Eureka! (Redux)

After my elation that Mama-Kitty had brought up her little gray baby to the sidewalk for its first human-given food, I was surprised yesterday to see a second one! What a heartbreaker. So sweet. I might call this one Frankie, which could be girl or boy, after St. Francis. The grey one I’m just calling Blue Baby.

My task is now to grab these little monkeys and get them to the vet to be checked out, and then into someone’s warm lap. Hiding in the damp, garbage-strewn ravine is not the life for them. But it takes planning. They are already scared of me, but are starting to relax a little, and see me as the large hulking thing that brings them food. The next step is feed them closer and closer to the sidewalk, and then eventually ON the sidewalk, so I can use my patented Wile E. Coyote drop trap to get them. And then, poor Mama Grace is next – I can tell by her eyes that she is SICK of having kittens. Time to let me get you, Mama. Time to make life easier.

On on downer note, I have not seen Smokey the blind raccoon in two weeks. It looks like she comes around for food, but it’s hard to tell if it’s HER, or another coon, or even cat. Is she grieving over the loss of her laid-off caretakers? (I’m told that she would wait for them every morning and come running to the sound of their cars.) Has she given up on this home turf and is seeking another? Or has nature intervened in its primitive cruelty, as poor Smokey would make easy pickings for a coyote? I can’t think about that now – I have kittens to trap. New life offers new hope.