I think I must be wired wrong or something. I am unable to turn a blind eye to the suffering of cats and today I have three more cats here. Three more to feed, three more to vet, three more to socialize. Am I crazy I wonder? I had a long discussion with God this afternoon as I was attempting to trap some kittens who are at great risk of being killed by outside predators (suspect a tomcat is doing the deed). I will spare the details of the two I found, but I ran home and got my traps and set them. I caught the mom, and two other adults. The kittens (the two who are left) were in and out of the trap all day playing, eating and having a blast. They are to young and malnourished to trip the trigger and my kitten traps were loaned out over a year ago and never returned.
So in the introduction cage, I have the mackeral tabby mom (the kittens are weaned). She is barely one year old which explains how two of her kittens were killed either early this morning or last night. Most older moms would have jumped in and fought with the killer- but again she is so young. She is in my introduction cage. The tuxedo boy is in a cage in the haybarn and another tortie is in another cage next to him. I couldn’t leave them in the situation they were in- they were in an awful place. At least here, they are safe.
I would have done the same. One can’t resist helping when animals – and people – are in danger. Good for you.
You are one of the chosen few who God gave an enormous heart to! It doesn’t mean it’s always easy, or doesn’t even make sense sometimes, but you are fulfilling a purpose and bestowing much love where otherwise there would be none.
With every kitten I say, “Okay, this is the last one.” But when another shows up, my husband just pitches in to set up his bathroom as the introduction room. We don’t even have to discuss it anymore, we just do what needs to be done. It’s funny — after everything is done, we just look at each other, shrug our shoulders and say, “well, just this one more.” lol