Tonight, I was alerted to the fact that at the farm off in the middle of nowhere there are now 3 feral kittens that were left when the owner got arrested and carted away. Most of his livestock have been taken by the relatives, but the queen (I have been told) has been disposed of 🙁 and her kittens ran off into the woods. I am going tomorrow to set my traps and try to capture these babies before the woodland predators (or the ones with two legs) return to do more damage. It is my hope that I can trap them, get them spayed, neutered, vaccinated and find them a loving home. Of course, they are black which at this time is to their favor. They may not be so easy to find in the dark when predators are about.
“disposed of” ? sigh . . .
Purrrrrrring that those poodins are reasonably easy to find and corral.
Oh no, what happened to mom cat? Why are people so cruel?
Praying, praying, praying!
Run, run, run away. It’s the one thing that I count on with my feral gang. They run away, fast. May those 3 kits do the same, Run! At least until you get the trap ready for them…