Finally!

When my daughter came in after feeding the outside cats, she told me she was able to pet ALL SIX of the little kittens. They were too interested in cat soup to run away.

We ended up going outside together to see if we could get any. My daughter was able to use the “fishing lure” toy to get the braver kittens closer to me, next to a cat carrier. It took some doing, because Sweetie kept very enthusiastically going for the lure, bowling right over kittens in the process.

The two braver ones – the ones I’ve been able to touch before – came out to play. The tuxedo, first. Once it was close enough, I was able to scoop it up and into the largest carrier that can open from the top. A while longer, and we were able to get the tabby in as well. They were not happy, but they didn’t freak out, which was encouraging!

The other kittens were more interested in playing with each other on the junk pile side of the fence, so my daughter had me sit on the old tractor tire with a carrier next to me, staying still, while she tried to lure a kitten over. Sweetie was a real problem. Even when I got another fishing lure toy to use as a distraction, she wanted that fuzzy orange lure! A kitten started to go into the opening of the carrier, following the lure, and I was able to get it the rest of the way in and close the door.

We actually ended up releasing it. It was so panicked, we were afraid it would hurt itself and break off some teeth on the door.

I let the rescue chat group know right away. I knew people had been available earlier in the week, but nothing about the weekend – forgetting that it’s a long weekend until yesterday! One person was out of town completely, others were working or had stuff scheduled.

Eventually, one of them asked if I could drop them off at her place in a beach town to the south east of us. I’ve done that before, so I said yes. They were still looking for someone to meet up with me earlier, but I let them know the kittens were all right. I had brought the carrier into the house and onto my bed. Inside cats started sniffing around immediately, which seemed to calm the kittens down.

We had already put a small container with cat soup in with them. I added a folded up puppy pad at the door and was able to add a shallow water bowl with the food bowl at the back. After a while, I salvaged a crochet project I was unable to finish because the cats kept digging it and the yarn out, no matter how well I tucked it away. It was just a flat rectangle at this stage. The last row I was working on had been undone completely, so I cut the yarn, sewed in the ends, then folded it so it fit across the middle of the carrier, between the pee pad and the food and water bowls.

Each time I reached into the carrier, I moved to pet them, and they let me. They didn’t like it, but they let me! Later, when I stuck my finger through the door, the tabby started to lick and gently chomp on it!

As time went on and we were still waiting on when we could get them to the rescue, my painkillers were starting to wear off and I had to lie down. I moved the carrier so that I could see the kittens through the carrier door. Then I found a YouTube video on my phone of kittens purring and set that up near the carrier door.

It wasn’t long after that was set up that I got a notification. The sounds stopped while I checked the message, but I could still hear purring.

That was when I let them know that the kittens were doing very well, so there was no urgency in finding someone to meet me for them earlier. We settled on dropping them off at 3:45. By the time we got that settled, I was able to take my next painkiller dose and lay down again with the purring noises going again.

I fell asleep to the sound of both recorded kittens and carrier kittens purring!

My daughter and I decided on leaving at 3, for a 3:45 drop off. At about 2:30, my daughter went out to try and get more kittens.

She got one!

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She put one of the kibble soup bowls into the carrier for it to have something to eat. It crawled into the bowl and stayed in it, the whole time!

She did try to get more, but we had to head out, so we settled on the three. I made sure to let the rescue group know, and that we were on the way. We took the “longer” route to the address to avoid highway construction and gravel roads. We got there early, but not by much.

The rescue lady had a cat kennel ready for them. She has several of them around her house, with one of them holding a newly trapped feral who was staring at us with frightened eyes – but did allow her to reach in and scritch it’s neck and cheek! Mostly, it was too scared to move, to be honest.

The transfer of kittens went very well. She asked some questions about their temperament. They are feral, but “friendly” feral. Not terrified feral, or angry feral. If they are calm enough, they will go to a foster in another town for socialization, vetting and eventual spays/neuters before going for adoption. If they are too feral, they will stay with her. There are no fosters available that can/will handle feral cats. She’s the only one.

We need our own Furball Farm Cat Sanctuary so badly!!!

Meanwhile, we will keep trying for the others. Sweetie is turning out to be our biggest hurdle in this! Once we get the remaining three little kittens, we’re pretty sure we’ll have an easier time of getting the white and grey singleton, and they will take that one, too. It wants to play and have company so much! The older cats would chase it away but when the little kittens started going to the junk pile, they happily played together. It will be incredibly lonely with all the littles gone. As we were driving out, my daughter said she was considering laying a blanket on the grass, with a carrier nearby, a book and some cat toys. She’s sure the white kitten will come over to check her out if she does.

Unfortunately, the skunks probably will, too!

So that is done! We are down three kittens. Chatting with the group, one of them said we need to get the mother spayed and I had to remind them that the mother has disappeared. Right now, the only females we have left that I know of are Sprout and Sprig, the two calicos. I saw Sprig today, but haven’t seen Sprout in a while. There is a long haired grey tabby the girls call Munchkin that I thought was female, but I’m not sure. There was a mostly feral long haired grey confirmed female, but it might be among the cats that have gone missing this summer. The only reason why I think Munchkin isn’t female is because it didn’t get pregnant this summer – but then, neither did Sprig. The rest are all fixed, except a couple of males that still need to be neutered. Two or three for sure, depending on whether Munchkin is male or female.

It’s been a long, hard road, over many years, and we needed so much help, but the numbers are finally down. That some are gone most likely because of coyotes is not good, but there really isn’t anything we can do about that, unless we build a big catio and shed for all the outside cats. That would keep the raccoons and skunks out of their food and water, too, but it would mean no more rodent control. Just this morning, as I was taking the carrier with the two kittens to the house, I saw Pinky crossing the yard with a big mouse in her mouth! Such a good kitty!!

I miss Adam. And Havarti. And Judgement. And Slick. And Domino…

*sigh*

Thankfully, these kittens have won the lottery, though they don’t know it yet. At this age, they will be much easier to adopt out.

We just need to get the rest of them, hopefully over the next few days! I’ll be going outside with my daughter in the mornings for the next while, as that seems to be the time when they are all hungry enough to come close to my daughter.

She has become quite the cat whisperer!!

The Re-Farmer