The call came late in the evening yesterday. A friend who owns a business in town had a cat come to stay. The cat had ducked underneath the stand and was living there. Food and water has been offered. My friend thought the kitty was a male- turns out he is a she and she is pregnant. “Can I help?”

I knew I couldn’t say no, but I also knew I couldn’t bring another cat (especially a Queen here) So I called the gal who is crazy to rescue and asked her if she might want to give this one a go. Turns out she did, and God smiled on me tonight, because after work, I swung over to the stand, set my trap and in 20 minutes- I had a pregnant mackeral tabby inside.

I took her over to Deanna’s and helped Deanna set up the room. Night lights were installed and the regular lights were turned off. We put several different cave-like sanctuaries into the room filled with straw so she can find a suitable place to feel safe.
All breakable objects were removed and when I mentioned that some cats depending on how strong their feral tendencies are can actually walk up the walls and run laps around your head- all the paintings were taken down without a question. I have to admit, I like this lady’s devotion to detail!

Then came time to let kitty out of the trap. I asked deanna to sit on the floor and be very quiet. We turned out all the bright lights and I opened the trap. She was crouched clear at the end, yowling quietly. I knew, that I needed to see her (normally I just open up the trap and leave the room) but if she had dropped her kittens, I would need to beat feet and get back to the stand and find her family. So it was imperative I get my hands on her, check her nipples and see if she is actually pregnant or just fat.

Using a long piece of straw, I gently poked her near her tail- she started, but she didn’t hiss or growl and I snapped my fingers. She came out of the trap cautiously and slid behind the toilet.

I managed to actually get my hands on her, scruff her and lift her up to the toilet seat and check her out. Yes, she is pregnant, she has not had any kittens yet. She is a mackeral tabby and her eye looks like she has been in a fight. But she has been handled by someone once upon a time because she didn’t react negatively to me touching her. I told Deanna that if she was at my home, the first thing I would do is get her to the vet, get her tested and get her spayed. But it is a personal choice and if deanna wants her to have the litter- I don’t think I could talk her out of it.Although, I did try. I did tell her though if she tests positive, she needs to just put her down immediately. That is the kindest thing she can do for the queen and the kittens inside of her.

I talked with her a few hours told her everything I would do with the cat until Monday and so there you go. I have passed the torch. I actually rescued a cat and let her go immediately to someone that I hope will be able to handle all that might be coming her way.

I Thank YOu God for smiling on me today and putting coffee kitty into the trap within 20 minutes. What a blessing!