She decided not to feed wet food under the drop trap, as I requested, but rather on the porches, and she fed all of those big cans, a dozen or more, in two days to the cats, on the porches, no less, and not under the trap, which would have made them easier to catch, for the cats sake and for my sake cause I'm the one sitting out there watching traps and hoping they go under the drop trap. She has no sympathy that an unpaid stranger is leaping tall buildings to help her out.
She wants to pamper the cats you see, and I'm interfering. Who doesn't want to pamper cats? It's the norm and I'm asking her to do the abnormal, not feed, not pamper, be hard and cold as stone when I want to trap and she just thinks that awful. It is!
So I'm enemy number one and she is doing workarounds to protect the cats now from me, so they are properly fed, which, unfortunately and too bad for me, as far as she is concerned, makes them very difficult to catch.
I did not know how to respond to her critiques this morning. I was shocked to silence once again and stared off into space wishing I was out there in space.
Didn't help either that right at 7:00 a.m., which had left me only an hour, once I arrived, some guy shows up in a truck. He had on a white hard hat and his white truck had official writing on it, like some company. He strolls right into the old lady's yard and stands by the drop trap, then finally leaves, realizing he's not in the right place, that he needs to walk around to the neighbors.
But it's over then. The cats have vanished and he's still walking around behind the old woman's trailer and the old woman has begun her poor job performance rant against me and the neighbors pug is barking up a storm and the garbage truck is coming around the corner.
I left with three cats. I didn't tell her about the black tux I caught because she would want her released. She only likes it when I catch a boy, because they fight and mark. I caught a tiny kitten too, and had to fight her over not releasing it. 1.1 lb black male kitten who is not going back there if I can find a rescue to take him. Everyone is full because people don't fix their fricking cats. Calling him Benji.
In this extreme heat here, I think it's awesome I've caught even one cat, despite my job performance rating, which finds me lacking.
I guess there will be no raise. From zero starting salary. Nothing per hour, I'll be staying at that. Darn it. I'm being tongue in cheek here, trying to be funny, saying this because I don't think it comes through to some. I'm not being serious in other words. I actually love challenges like this colony.
|Benji, the black boy kitten. Update: Kitten's name is now Ricky Rumble and is he is being fostered by Karen at KATA. Good luck, Ricky! She has a dozen kittens at her place in foster. Ricky will love the company and have so much fun playing!|
|Black tux female caught this morning|
|Tabby on white male caught this a.m.|
Trapping cats with an uncooperative caretaker is hell.
Let's hope I can catch all the cats to be fixed before the old lady gets a restraining order on me!