That's probably why I spent 12 hours today sitting in my car, mostly, at the county park. I was holding out to catch the last brier patch kitten. I didn't want to sit there again.
It poured today, downpours that drenched me to the skin as I ran for the traps, which also were drenched. Fortunately, I had taken one of my home made little trap cover tables along, and then set one trap under it, with a plastic bag under the trap to protect it on the bottom.
The brier patch crowd of cats were not fed at any particular time. And food was caste into the brambles. This does not make for easy trapping of cats. It's a random thing, when they amble through kind of thing.
I first caught a small sized adult gray female.
They call her Little Gracie. I knew there were two kittens left to catch. We had already caught six others. Hours later, I caught one gray and white girl kitten. Waiting and waiting, between down pours walking around, but not far, because a woman seemed determined to feed them and I had to literally guard the traps for any chance of success there.
It was not an easy day. I finally caught the huge gray tabby male I'm told is a long time park roamer and named Tomtom.
I got drenched again, and was shivering in my car. I turned the heat on and let the car idle and the blowers dry my hair. I pulled the girl kitten from the trap and tamed her. She was easy and even fell asleep as I tried to take a nap too, against me.
Finally I heated tuna for bait, over an emergency candle, hoping the smell of hot tuna would prove irresistible. Sure enough. 12 hours after arriving I caught the last little gray tabby tux female teen. Of course, a female and a teen, hard catches those.
No photo yet of last teen girl caught, or Tomtom. That is for tomorrow.
Now I'm home and going to bed happy.
|Taming the gray and white girl in my car while waiting on catching the 2nd.|
|First caught kitten again, a girl. Crawling in fleas, but at least no swollen eyes.|