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Thankfully, feral cats can have guardian angels. And 3 of them have come to my rescue and that of the cats here at the farm.

First up is someone I know from the local food scene who saw my plea-filled post on Facebook. Kim Pierce who writes about our Market Days from time to time, ushered my situation over to a couple of ladies she knew, who are also cat guardian angels.

They are in the business of helping take care of feral cat populations. Feral Friends and Cat Matchers. If you’re looking for a good animal welfare cause to donate to this North Texas Giving Day – please, consider either or both of these organizations.

Right away I was given paperwork by Pam to fill out and assigned numbers for having the mommas and Yellow Tom altered. The website was full of tips for trapping. Big help for a rookie like me.

The kittens, if I could catch and start handling, could be found good homes – of this they were sure. Farm living can be risky and if a safer life could be had, it would likely be preferred. Besides, having 20 or so cats roaming the farm’s barns might be a bit many.  

But, 3 days later, after two successful days of picking up baby kittens so tiny I nearly burst with excitement, they were gone! I feared the worst.  

But, thankfully, it turned out that Lil Yellow momma kitty apparently didn’t appreciate me trying to be friendly with her kids. Never fear, I was told, when she’s ready for them to stop nursing, she’ll lead them straight back to the food! I was reassured and kept my eye open for Cammo kitty and her gang knowing she was the furthest along with her litter. 

Then, another week or so later, I saw what seemed like a zillion kittens running under the shop when I came out one morning to feed chickens. Oh goodness. Possum kitty must have had her litter, too. And from the blur I saw, it looked like quite a successful one! How many were there? 7? 9? Which litter was who from? With only a couple of weeks apart, I wasn’t really sure who was whose or, as fast as they ran back under the shop, how many there were. 

I knew the likelihood of Yellow Tom coming back around to visit was drawing nearer. So I set out to begin trapping Cammo kitty and her crew first. They’d been hanging out by my garage, under my house and on the front porch – giving me quite some entertainment.

The first night I set out a trap, I went into the garage that morning, expecting to find a cat, and oh I did, she was looking right at a scared half to death caged possum hanging upside down from the side of the trap. The cat was just as happy as could be and it seemed as I could hear her say “thank goodness you caught that hungry fool! He was eating all of our food!”

So off to the pond area went the hungry possum to live the life of a wild possum, instead of a well fed, semi-urbanized one.

Next time I had opportunity to trap was several days later, (there are only certain days you can take in ferals for vetting and it’s not like my mornings are free everyday), it was hot, so I checked the trap before I went to bed. I wanted to make sure if I’d caught someone that they’d not spilled the water – and possum number 2 was in there! Oh for the love of Pete…. So off to the pond I went again. This one was bigger, so I suspected it wasn’t the same one. Thankfully.

First thing in the AM – yet another possum had found its way into that trap – and again, a hungry cat scurried out of the garage; probably rejoicing the news to the rest of the litter that another thieving scoundrel had been nabbed!

And as I was carrying the little trapped beast out of there, to join his brethren at the pond, two more of his buddies waddled by on their way to who knows where, but in quite a hurry!

I had a colony of possum! Do they have a trap/neuter/release program for them, too?!

So, until I caught, or scared off, all of the rest of these possum, I feared I wasn’t going to catch Cammo kitty or her kids. That seemed certain. I started to feed outside of the garage, only in the mornings so the possum would hopefully be sleeping. But no one took the bait.

I thought, maybe I’d have better luck with the little kittens by the shop, now that they were a bit older, yet they’d be too young to vet, if I caught a few I could tame them and maybe I could have new shop kitties and find homes for the others.

I had the reassurance of help in the neutering costs and having mentioned a feral cat outbreak, one of my suppliers gave me a bunch of soon to be out-dated cat food, so there were two immediate expenses taken care of. And no garden shop, or farm, is complete without a pair of cuddly cats for the kids to pet, right?  

Well, I soon discovered that catching 6 week old kittens was nearly like taking candy from a baby. Especially, if their little eyes are gunked up with mucus and they can’t see you coming or to get away. Just like that I had basically picked up 3 of the cutest little white kittens you ever saw. Soon after that, 1 of the slightly older ones was caught in a trap. Possum kitty and Lil Yellow sure had some pretty kittens.

I managed to snatch up 1 more of the older ones in a trap a few days later, and then another 6 week old practically ran right into my hands in a frenzy to get away just a day or so after that. So in less than a week, I had caught 6 kittens!

As best as I could figure, 3 more kittens, plus the mommas were still "at large" from the under the shop residents. 

Now what? I have 6 kittens in a teeny, tiny, un-air-conditioned bathroom with a screened window that one previously caught kitten tore out of, that now needed to be shut to a tiny gap to keep the rest contained.

Spiderman had nothing on those 8 week old kittens or their momma! (Hearing the crying, one of the mommas followed me into the bathroom one day and proceeded to go bonkers when I shut the door. She showed the others the wall climbing trick and screen window escape hatch. I had no choice but to let her out for fear she’d hurt herself.)

The little ones were simple to tame. They took to my touch right away and had no fear. 

Except, that is, for the one to soon be named, Mouse. He must have thought if he could shrink himself down like Ant-Man he could escape through a small opening in the drywall he’d found – that I’d not even seen until a litter of trapped cats showed it to me. I nearly had to tear the wall out to rescue Mouse from his near demise. Oh my heavens what was I going to do!?!

Into the carrier they all went – and I became a carpenter and a decorator as I quickly nailed up a piece of fence post to the wall, covering the hole.  

Having secured the mouse hole, naming one of the kittens, and buying a small fan and finally seeing some trust built with the older ones, too, the 3rd angel of mercy entered the picture in a big way.  

Robyn, who was instrumental in helping gain control of and manage the feral cat explosion at SMU a few years ago, offered a life saving option.

Bring her all of the kittens – she’d hold them at her home, until they were old enough to be vetted – and put them up for adoption to good, multi pet homes.

Since I’d tamed them all, they were perfect candidates for loving homes – as inside kitties. She pledges never to send one off to live alone – they have to go as a pair or to a home with a cat loving dog or other cats. And a whole list of other rules/requirements are met before she surrenders these sweet creatures, for a very small fee to help recoup the vet and food expenses.

She understood I wanted a pair of tame kittens for the shop. The kids who visit always wanted to pet Eve – who was pretty finicky as to when or who she’d allow to pet her, and with her now retired I supposed it was a good time to bring in replacements. I knew it was part of the farm experience for many children to get to pet a cat – as well as a chicken.

But how was I ever to choose?! They were all so adorable.

Well, my decision was almost made for me. A friend of Robyn’s heard about the 3 adorable white kittens and wanted to adopt all three of them together.

Now how could I resist; not breaking them up was awesome – plus, as cute as they were together, they’d probably end up famous! 

I had wanted to return one of each litter to the farm, for the mommas’ peace of mind, but there was still a chance that would happen anyway, if I wasn’t able to catch the last of Possum kitty’s kittens. And after a trapping snafoo – that seemed like a plausible outcome as she was being very, very guarded of her last kitten. 

Possum kitty – now AKA Houdini, managed a desperate escape from her trap one Friday night. We still don’t know how she managed to squeeze her skull through – or push open the door enough to escape, but she did. A mother’s love. With just one kitten left – crying for her that night no doubt, she made a way out. It actually broke my heart.

But, the next day – all of the remaining kittens and both mommas – were nowhere to be found. I’d failed as a cat catcher. I was also heartbroken.

The next few days I missed having them scurry around outside the shop in the morning when I’d come to feed chickens and put out their breakfast – possums and a big ol fat raccoon I trapped one night, always saw that there were no leftovers…..

As the next few days passed though, I started to regain their hungry tummies’ loyalty as I saw them come to feed, but quickly disappear just as fast.

Today (as I was writing this) – I saw the kittens, again, too, though! My hope is renewed that I’ll be able to finish catching and neutering and releasing, or perhaps re-homing, the rest of the kittens, and for sure re-releasing the mommas. It’s all a matter of time to re-build trust, so I can lure them into a trap - once again – and get them to the vet.

And then there’s Yellow Tom and his gypsy gal and their litter. They’ve moved back next door to the new neighbors’. This isn’t over yet, by far.  

In the meantime, Toro (l) (named for the birthing place), and Tigger (r), (just look at him), have come home from the foster house, vetted, happy to be together. As soon as they’re recovered fully, they will move into the shop to take Eve’s place. (Notice it takes two males to replace one, savvy female cat. At least that’s what I told Eve to make her feel good. )

The lesson in all of this to me – if you see a stray male cat – and you have the opportunity to TNR (Trap/Nueter/Release), do it! It could save you hours and days and weeks and months of work in the long run. They’ll not wander much once altered, but usually stick around and help keep rodents to a minimum.

I love cats – as I love all animals – but unless they can find shelter, food and water – life on the run, is no life at all.

Please, spay/neuter your cats – and dogs for that matter. And, male horses! There are so many without homes going hungry, we really don’t need to add to the over-population of them.  

I’m so grateful to Kim, Pam and Robyn for helping me – I don’t know what I would have done without their help. We’d soon be over-run by cats as I’m sure you’ve seen the graphic on how many litters a single female can deliver in a lifetime.

Come meet Tigger and Toro at Market Day real soon! I'm slowly socializing them to new faces besides mine, and hope to have them out in the shop, reunited with their momma and siblings, as soon as they're all trapped and vetted, too. 

They’re loving belly rubs and scratches and at this age – they’ll make perfect pictures with your kiddos, too.

And, if you’re looking to adopt a kitten, or even an older cat – give Robyn a call. She’s a sweetheart, loves the animals dearly, and sends you home with a cute little care package for your new furbabies.

Who knows, you may even end up with one of Eden’s kids. J

Eat your food, Naturally!

Farmer Marie

To contribute to Feral Friends and/or Cat Matchers - help name the remaining kittens raffle! All raffle proceeds will go into our "itty bitty kitty fixin fund" and help reimburse for the care and vetting of Eden's inherited feral cat community!

Name the farm kittens raffle

$2 per chance to name the kittens! One boy (orange tabby) and one girl (gray tabby) Winner will be chosen at our 3rd Saturday Market Day, Sept. 19th

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