We are having sunny days.
But they are cold. And at night, temps dip to nearly 20 degrees or mid 20's.
This has been going on awhile. Cuts my trapping hours, that's for sure. When bait freezes over.
Last night it was down to 21 degrees. Tonight, tomorrow, won't be warm enough for bait to stay unfrozen til about 11:00, then frozen again by 4:00, so those are my trapping hours, that five hour window, for the five spots Monday. That's usually the time of day no respectable wild cat is out and about too.
By the time I tried to get going late this afternoon to trap at the trailer park, it was already too cold.
A friend came down, thinking maybe she could help with feeding that poor Siamese left out there on her own. I don't even know if she's still alive or not. Haven't seen her in two weeks. But to be fair I've only been up there 3 times in that time.
I've tried to find someone closeby with a heart who could maybe even trap her.
Anyhow, she was going to get here at 11:00 a.m. then it didn't happen til after noon. So I knew we would not see the cat at the time of day. We went anyhow. She wanted to see where it was. No sign of life anywhere.
To come back, we drove through Waterloo and turned to head back to Lebanon and I thought I saw a dead cat along the road. I had her turn around and go back. I got out and went and looked. This is a couple hundred feet from another place that Lebanon woman fed.
Sure enough, it was Moxie, the black teen she fed, although he's pretty close to adult by now. I had to turn him over to check for the right ear tip but there it was. He'd been hit by a car. I don't even know if she's still feeding the cats there. She was, even after she quit the other place, because she was taking a bus there. But I haven't heard from her again, since I drove her to feed last Sunday. And she doesn't respond. I sent her a text anyway, to tell her he's dead. No response.
He was born down along the river in the berry vines to Fluffy, a brown tabby girl. I'd caught and fixed Fluffy's mom Growler. I caught four of Fluffy's siblings when young and got them to rescue, but she and I had a falling out over her refusal to help trap, and I had nothing to do with her for months after, except to encourage her to catch the other two and get them fixed. She didn't. I finally caught one of the two, a girl.
I didn't know she'd moved her feeding place for the cats, but she did and that Fluffy had kittens of her own. Finally I went and caught Fluffy and her by now teen black boy, Moxie's brother, got them fixed and sent that pair off with SCR to a barn home. Again, I encouraged her to catch the rest.
She got Moxie and Julius, a big orange boy, into carriers a few months back, and I got them fixed. SCR had a barn home for them and the two sisters. I held the boys in the garage and encouraged her to get the girls but she didn't, then she came and wanted the boys back, said the sisters needed them there. That was the last I knew of those four. Until today.
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| So long Moxie |
Moxie wasn't quite yet a year old. He was hit by a car. Sorry buddy.
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