Three days ago, I decided to get tricky in trapping this elusive boy. He is still not putting any weight on his front leg at all. This is not a good sign. So since I couldn’t easily block the back of the shop- I went inside to see if I could make one main entrance/exit for them. Of course all the cats scattered to the wind when I went inside the shop, so while they were gone, I boarded up all the small exit holes and made only one entrance/exit for them. My idea was to set the trap right on the outside of the entrance, so as HRB tried to escape, I would catch him..Sounds like a good idea right? Well one thing I have learned when it comes to feral cats is they have their own mindset and agenda.

The next morning, I went out, I swung the door open and saw him with the others, so I shut the door quickly. I grabbed the trap and pre-loaded it. I hustled back to the back of the shop and just as I was getting ready to lay it down to cover the entrance- BAM! Here he came underneath the trap, through the gap in the fence and into the blackberry thickets. As he whizzed by my, I caught the stench of decaying flesh. I have not seen him since and am so worried. I almost had him. I almost saved him. Now he is nowhere to be found.