|Mama and her 3 kittens|
But when I noticed a black and white cat hanging out in my backyard with her three kittens on Memorial Day, I couldn't help but want to see the babies. I'd been told by my 93-year-old next door neighbor, Eloise, who had just moved into a retirement home, that she felt bad about leaving a cat behind. It wasn't her cat, she said. She'd just been feeding it scraps whenever the kitty would show up on her back porch. So, I knew this mama cat resting with her babies in the bushes had to be the same cat, and now that Eloise had moved, the mama-cat had transplanted her kittens over to my yard. I immediately knew I had to help. I may not like cats, but I love babies of any kind.
Knowing nothing about cat behavior, I learned quickly that the mama was feral, or a stray that hadn't been touched by a human in a long while. She hissed any time I got closer than about 4 feet. Still, she was hungry, so I'd put down a can of cat food and walk away.
In the mornings, I started watching the cats from my bedroom window. I'd call out "mama" and "meow" to let the mom know I was there. (I read an article that told me it was a good idea to "meow." I figured it was worth a shot). It turned out that mama was more frightened of me than the kittens were. After just a few days, the first brave soul came out of the bushes to eat wet cat food from my hand. I couldn't believe his mustache! I named him Charlie. I didn't know if "Charlie" was a boy or a girl, but the name could work for either sex. When I snapped my first photo, I could see that Charlie still had blue-ish eyes which meant the kittens were around 7-8 weeks old.
|Charlie Chaplin, at 8 weeks old|
After three weeks of positive interaction with the kittens, just as one of the kittens was beginning to play with me, I came home that evening and all 4 cats were gone. I was heartsick (but also a little relieved because I knew I couldn't keep them!). My friend told me it was for the best. If I wasn't going to bring them into my house and tame them, it was best for them to learn their feral ways from their mother so that they could survive in the wild. Nonetheless, I was worried sick about them, and concerned that the mom could get pregnant again while she was out roaming the 'hood. I spent a week searching and asking neighbors if they'd seen the kitties, and then I looked out my window one morning and they were back! They all ran up the stairs to my back porch crying for food, and I wondered where in the hell had they gone, and why??
|Rudolph Valentino, starting to play|
Meanwhile, I had been reading up on feral cats, and how quickly they can multiply. I had already contacted "Nashville Community Pets," a feral cat organization who could help me get the cats fixed. I borrowed traps, I was ready to catch the cats, but they had moved down the street! I asked the neighbor if she was willing to trap and neuter the cats. She said she didn't know how and was afraid to try. So, I convinced her to stop feeding the cats, so they'd come back down to my house for food. I'd trap them, and take get them to get fixed. Once they were fixed, they could move back down to her house, but at least they wouldn't procreate and have more generations living on the streets.
My plan in place, I watched day and night for the cats to return. With my flashlight, and my cans of cat food, I'd walk four houses down at midnight and meow, and one-by-one the kittens would meow back, then they'd creep out from under a car, run along some bushes to the edge of the neighbor's property where I laid in wait with the food. This went on for several nights. I even recruited my sister to help me when she visited in July. They'd come crying to me for the food, but they wouldn't come back to my house.
I was discouraged, and the feral cat organization wanted their traps back. Then, after 10 weeks, when I was on the brink of giving up, I set the traps in my backyard, hoping I'd get lucky. The kittens decided to come back at just the right time, and they walked right into the traps. Then the mama came back and she walked right into a trap too. I also caught a possum, but I let him go. Unbelievably simple. All four cats were fixed one month ago today. The mama was indeed pregnant again, so she was fixed just in time.
After they recovered in cages in my basement, I released them all, and the mother quickly ran away. The kittens apparently decided to stay. Or else the mom abandoned them. I don't know. But now I have three semi-feral, five to six-month old kittens living in my back yard, sleeping in my carport, eating square meals, playing with me and coming when I "meow." I still can't pick them up, but they are warming up to me! Rudy caught his first mouse. Lillian finally let me pet her (for a moment) this morning. And Charlie will meow like a Banshee when he's hungry. Mama has shown up a couple of times for a free meal, but she hisses and bats at her kittens and won't let any of us near her.
I still don't understand cats, but spending time with them is opening my heart and mind--I just might be a cat-person, after all.
|Rudolph Valentino (Rudy), at 5 months|
|Lillian Gish, at 5 monhs|