This afternoon, I was catching a catnap on the couch when Willow came flying into the room and landed on my chest waking me. She was a mess! Soaked to the skin, mud on her paws? My brain was trying to process this when it dawned on me, she had been outside- YIKES! I scrambled into my boots- we had heavy winds earlier and I go flying out to the porch to find the door wide open and cats everywhere in the yard.

I called to them and only a few responded, the others slid under the house or took off into the woods. Double YIKES!

Three hours and 6 traps later, I have captured all the escapees except four. I am sad, because two are semi feral and I doubt they will be ever be captured. They are both senior kitties and we are entering some wild weather and cold temperatures. They have been with us over eight years and I have just let them be who they are and not pushed to socialize them because both spray. They generally stayed in the enclosure only coming in late at night and now they are outside. The other two are trap savvy so I need my drop trap back to capture them.

I am thankful the other cats went into the traps because otherwise my neighbors would be upset with the sudden cat population. We braced the door, MIke has promised to fix it tomorrow- it broke in the windstorm.