A while back a very thin cat kept sneaking over for dinner in the evening, and as I watched her more closely I realized from the shape of her sagging belly that she must have kittens. So I fed her and was soft-spoken to her, but she was wild, probably feral. After she had been coming to eat for a week or so I quietly tried to follow her 'home' after she had finished eating. She went across the street. There's a house there, but the guy works long hours and is hardly ever home, and his lot is about 2 acres of brush and weeds. As I sneaked across the street, hiding behind the trees, I saw 5 pretty big kittens come out to greet her. She was pretty small anyway, but being very thin made her look even smaller, and the five kittens looked to be almost as big as she was.
So I took the Have-a-heart trap over there and baited it with canned cat food, and after five days I had trapped them all except for one who was too canny to go into the trap.
The kittens went to the SPCA (another long story - the SPCA wouldn't take them because I'm not in the City, so I tricked them into taking them) and Mama cat got taken to the vet to be spayed, then locked up in my vacant house's bedroom (There's an old house on my property that I use for storage).
After several weeks of being locked up in the bedroom, being played with several times a day, and fed well, she was released. I named her Spencer because she looks just like a Spencer that belonged to a friend of mine. Good food, good care and lots of love later, this is what Spencer looks like now (I wish I had taken a before picture):
So I took the Have-a-heart trap over there and baited it with canned cat food, and after five days I had trapped them all except for one who was too canny to go into the trap.
The kittens went to the SPCA (another long story - the SPCA wouldn't take them because I'm not in the City, so I tricked them into taking them) and Mama cat got taken to the vet to be spayed, then locked up in my vacant house's bedroom (There's an old house on my property that I use for storage).
After several weeks of being locked up in the bedroom, being played with several times a day, and fed well, she was released. I named her Spencer because she looks just like a Spencer that belonged to a friend of mine. Good food, good care and lots of love later, this is what Spencer looks like now (I wish I had taken a before picture):
