Crazy week. I put my trap back in the bushes to get Dorian and Daisy used to eating near (and in) it, and it disappeared on the day I planned to spring it to get Dorian – the needier of the two. I mean, who does that?!?! Who steals traps, especially those marked with a sign that says PLEASE DON’T TOUCH! TRYING TO HELP KITTY! ? I am sometimes astounded by my species, and unsurprised that I find more spiritual fulfillment around beings with four legs. They may not thank you, but neither will they screw you.
Anyway, I borrowed a trap from my friend Carrie, and put food near it a couple of days to get these too-smart kitties used to it. (Some newbies, unclear on the concept, will walk right into a trap. Ferals who have been around for a while know what they are and will disappear when the traps are put out.)
And this morning: success! I got little Dorian, who thrashed around a little bit but otherwise settled down quickly and quietly in the huge dog crate in my second bedroom. I am worried about him: he looks sick and exhausted and possibly in pain.
I don’t see any overt wounds, though, so I’m hoping to avoid a Big Mike scenario of surgery and bandages. (Mike was remarkable in that he went from being stray cat to ideal patient; I have no thought that this little guy will be that calm.)
Already I’m imagining what to do with him when he is back to health. Can I return him to the dangers of the ravine? Can I find a adopter for a feral cat (albeit one who seems very sweet)? I can’t think too much about it – it’s just one day at a time around here. If I looked ahead to the long future, I would not have done half the things I’ve done.
One thing for sure is, I am maxed out on space and time. But one thing I’ve learned is that even if you don’t have another square inch or available half-hour to spend on cat care, your heart will expand to the size it needs to, in order to spread the love. I’ve already fallen for Dorian Gray, and have promised him my attention and affection. Luckily, there seems to be no limit on either.
He does look like he is not in optimum health. 🙁 but he sure is a beauty. Little does he know that you are the best thing that has happened in his life. I’m looking forward to seeing him with his health restored. He needs a furever home. May his purrfect home come forward when he is ready for it. Sorry to hear about your trap.
he looks so tiny!
He IS small – especially compared to Big Mike! 🙂 He’s only 18 months old, but I think he’ll always be shrimpy.