{"id":446,"date":"2015-05-03T01:11:09","date_gmt":"2015-05-03T01:11:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/janeganahl.com\/blog\/?p=446"},"modified":"2015-05-03T01:11:09","modified_gmt":"2015-05-03T01:11:09","slug":"a-new-resident-in-the-hotel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/janeganahl.com\/blog\/2015\/05\/03\/a-new-resident-in-the-hotel\/","title":{"rendered":"A new resident in the hotel"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>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 &#8211; the needier of the two. I mean, who does that?!?! Who steals traps, especially those marked with a sign that says <em>PLEASE DON&#8217;T TOUCH! TRYING TO HELP KITTY<\/em>! ? 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.<\/p>\n<p>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.)<\/p>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/janeganahl.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/FullSizeRender.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-447\" alt=\"FullSizeRender\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/janeganahl.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/FullSizeRender.jpg?resize=300%2C228&#038;ssl=1\" width=\"300\" height=\"228\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/janeganahl.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/FullSizeRender.jpg?resize=300%2C228&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/janeganahl.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/FullSizeRender.jpg?w=640&amp;ssl=1 640w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t see any overt wounds, though, so I&#8217;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.)<\/p>\n<p>Already I&#8217;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&#8217;t think too much about it &#8211; it&#8217;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&#8217;ve done.<\/p>\n<p>One thing for sure is, I am maxed out on space and time. But one thing I&#8217;ve learned is that even if you don&#8217;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&#8217;ve already fallen for Dorian Gray, and have promised him my attention and affection. Luckily, there seems to be no limit on either.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Crazy week. 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