Our dump has a resident unneutered male Siamese cat. Has lived at the dump for over 12 years. Old, ratty, & semi-feral. While he's sired dozens (probably hundreds) of kittens there, about 2 months ago a kitten appeared at his side that is the spitting Siamese image of him - without the rattiness.
Since Siamese are my most favorite cat breed in the world & I haven't owned one since the 1970's (which was an adopted stray), I asked the dump people if I could try to trap the kitten & give it a good "for life" home. They said they'd have to think it over. (I don't know what there was to think about. Kitty stretched out on my bed, eating nutritious food, getting regular medical care versus living outside at the dump. But whatever.)
Hubby & I go to the dump Friday & the dump people inform us that kitten accidentally climbed into the cardboard recycling dumpster & was taken to the recycling center across town!!!! Dumpster driver saw kitten get dumped & take off. Dump people are inconsolable, so I did not give them the "I told you so" that I wanted to. I go home & e-mail the recycling center, give them the story, & ask if I can set some traps there. Kind animal-loving center owner gives me permission, & even volunteers that she has seen the kitten I'm talking about!!
So this morning hubby took off from work & we visited Tractor Supply where, $60 later, we came out with 2 Hav-a-Heart traps, some canned cat food, food bowls, & a 40# bag of dry cat food as a donation for the band of recycling center cats that the owner feeds regularly. Set the 2 traps with stinky canned cat food, & promised owner that I will be back every morning & evening to check said traps & release whatever critters I'm sure will be in there.
Hubby claims that I will most likely catch everything that loves dumps EXCEPT for the Siamese kitten. Things like huge rats, raccoons, possums, skunk, & every other cat on the premises. So early tomorrow morning, & every morning thereafter, with thick heavy-duty gloves & my medical insurance card in hand, I will be off to the dump to check traps.
Wish me luck & keep your fingers crossed that some kitty guardian angel will guide this poor little lost soul my way.
(Oh, & needless to say if I trap any other kitties young enough to rehab, I'll be paying their way thru the vet & home.)
I keep trying to trap a feral male to have him neutered (will release him back on the farm) All I ever catch are possums and the feral female that I already had spayed. I think she realizes that its worth a few hours in the trap for some good food. The possums are too stupid to realize whats going on. I open the trap and can come back 30 minutes later and they are still in there. I have to actually poke them with a stick to get them to leave.
Good luck and I hope your kitten is caught quickly.
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What’s worse than scrambling around a junkyard? Scrambling around a wet junkyard. Of course, Day One begins with one of the hardest, driving rains I’ve seen in some time. The kind of rain that blows in sideways so no matter how you’re dressed, you’re still soaking wet.
After checking in with the friendly recycling center owner and her husband, trudged through the downpour to check my traps – heavy leather gloves, towel, and new can of cat food in hand. Big trap was unsprung, but cat food was eaten, so I reset the trigger to be a little more sensitive. Little trap was sprung, cat food was eaten, no critter in residence, but trap was upended and banged up a bit – remember the shark cage in “Jaws”?
Recycling owners told me they saw my kitty last night, along with two “friends”, sitting on the steps of the sleazy apartment building next door (this is definitely NOT a good neighborhood), so I moved both traps up against the dilapidated stockade fence separating the apartments from a falling-apart abandoned house and the recycling center. Hopefully I’ll catch that darn cat before someone from the apartments spies the traps and absconds with them. I’ll be really pissed if I have to shell out another $40 for more Hav-a-Hearts!
If it stops raining I’ll go back later today (although this ain’t a place you want to be after dark), but if the rain continues I’ll wait until tomorrow morning since I’m pretty sure all kitties will be under cover somewhere during this deluge.