Just venting here!
Well...the 2 new ferals that we saw a few weeks ago fighting on the front porch have not shown up again. But last night, another new one got into a tif with my 10 year old female on the porch. I opened the door and he ran off towards the west. He was a male tuxedo, looked to be unneutered.
Today, I see Lucky peering anxiously in the opening under the porch. I look inside and see a large fluffy red male(?) under there. I start talking to him and he mews back at me (I think he was a dumpster cat and not feral). I go in for food to coax him out and he comes out and starts to eat, but won't let me near him. So into the house I go to get the trap and by the time my hand is on the door, he is high-tailing down the road to the east.
So.....I'm going to have to do what I hate to do - climb over the barbed wire fence into the cattle field (there is a thick tree line in there) and try to trap them. I think the Humane Society will adopt out the red boy if he turns out to be a true stray.
It looks like I'm surrounded at least from the east and the west. And why oh why the porch? I don't even feed them there!
*sigh* I hate trapping in the cattle fields!!
Well...the 2 new ferals that we saw a few weeks ago fighting on the front porch have not shown up again. But last night, another new one got into a tif with my 10 year old female on the porch. I opened the door and he ran off towards the west. He was a male tuxedo, looked to be unneutered.
Today, I see Lucky peering anxiously in the opening under the porch. I look inside and see a large fluffy red male(?) under there. I start talking to him and he mews back at me (I think he was a dumpster cat and not feral). I go in for food to coax him out and he comes out and starts to eat, but won't let me near him. So into the house I go to get the trap and by the time my hand is on the door, he is high-tailing down the road to the east.
So.....I'm going to have to do what I hate to do - climb over the barbed wire fence into the cattle field (there is a thick tree line in there) and try to trap them. I think the Humane Society will adopt out the red boy if he turns out to be a true stray.
It looks like I'm surrounded at least from the east and the west. And why oh why the porch? I don't even feed them there!
*sigh* I hate trapping in the cattle fields!!
