Saturday, June 9, 2018

We have little spitters in the house

We have five new spring spitters in the Owl House.



My nearest neighbor's son, who lives about two miles down the road from me, had a calico stray show up last fall. She presented him with kittens, at the same time he was dealing with a very serious health issue with his little girl. My neighbors, who had "adopted" one of my TNR'd feral barn cats, Bandit (by being nicer to him than I was so he preferred to live at their house), asked if I could help, since catching kittens was the last thing their son needed to deal with right now.



The calico is a wonderful mom--too wonderful in fact, because they inherited those wise calico genes and were quite wary. However because they also obeyed her perfectly when she called them to dinner, she called them right into the drop trap this morning. I had to fill her stomach with two cans of wet food and tuna so she would stay out of the trap herself, before baiting the drop trap, which I had put out a few days earlier for them all to get used to. I tried to catch them last night, but only two would come out, and only while mom was inconveniently halfway under the trap herself. This morning, two ran right out to eat after I hid on top of the deck with the trap below me, and I went ahead and sprang the trap to be sure to get at least two. I expected momcat to be peeved, but she was merely worried.

I reset the trap and retired to the porch with my travel mug of coffee for a good solid hour. Mom stayed silent and wouldn't call the remaining three kittens. It suddenly occurred to me that it was getting warmer and I had the first two kittens in the car with all the windows up, so I quietly went to my car to lower them all. When I returned, mom cat seemed to think it was a good time for the remaining kittens to come to breakfast. She went down to the trap and began to call. The final three ran right out and all of them went under the trap. I didn't really want to catch the momcat, because I didn't like the idea of an adult freaking out under the trap along with three tiny kittens, but I needn't have worried. When the trap came down, the kittens went ballistic, but mom just kept right on eating. I was able to fish the kittens out by unlatching the top, scruffing them when they came near my corner, and putting them into a standard trap I had waiting. The first two had been fairly docile, but these three more-shy ones were quite the spitters.

I picked up all the equipment I had brought with me, packed up the drop trap, put plenty of food out for the mom-cat, and left a note that I had caught all five, that I would make an appointment for mom-cat's spay, and to please keep her well-fed. I would have preferred to take her with me, but now that the barn facility is closed down and I still have one remaining upstairs house room to renovate, I didn't have room for two large cages.

I had further evidence of the great mom-skills of the calico when I first arrived at the house this morning. The owner was already off to work. I discovered that after he had left, mom-cat had caught a huge gray squirrel. It was laying on the door mat while she and one kitten began to make breakfast of it. It is because she is such a good hunter that the homeowner, who lives far up on a country hill, would like to keep her. I think her scrappy nature probably appeals to him as well. He has seen her chase foxes out of the yard, and of course he is now rodent-free. Happily it appears she targets mostly mammals rather than birds. And of course now instead of six outdoor cats, there will be only one. I'm just as glad not to have to find a home for her, since she does lash out with teeth and claws when she has a mind to do so. This habit might disappear once she is spayed, but one can't be sure. The homeowner, on the other hand, seems to appreciate her attitude. It seems she already has the perfect home, and I won't be surprised if she squirms her way inside the house the way she squirmed into his heart as well.

So we now have some little ferals to fuss over.

7 comments:

  1. They are darling. Drop traps make trapping so much easier!

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  2. I want to say an eternal thank you to Laura of Hubcats, although I don't think she runs that anymore and has moved, for designing the original drop trap. Her father would build them and eventually community cats took it over and sold them through Tomahawk. Same with my remote control unit I made years and years ago. Guy named Russell from Florida, a friend of Laura's, asked if it would be ok if he tried to make one. He sent me a prototype to try, wasn't as good as mine but then the frequencies on my sender receiver were FCC designated. Anyhow, now he either sold them to Tomahawk or sold the concept. Not sure which, but the one tomahawk sells is just like Russell's proto type he sent me to try out.

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    1. Laura lives here in NY state now! I agree--I have two drop-traps. One for me, and one to lend out. They are amazing. Laura's wood ones were beautiful though--an absolute work of art. I think her dad made them?

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  3. I liked Laura's original drop trap better, as it had the transfer door on the side of the front, so one did not need the lateral space required of the current design, with the transfer door on the side. Also with the transfer door on the very edge of the front, one could lay a non transfer trap on its side, with the door down the side of the drop trap, and transfer easily into non transfer traps, even carriers. Nonetheless, the drop trap is a big help in trapping.

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    1. Yes, getting cats to find the exist door in the middle is difficult. I could only get one of these kittens out the exit door into a trap, so I ended up fishing the others out the top. They were just too tiny to find that middle door.

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  4. Such cuties. Were you able to catch the mom to get her fixed too?

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  5. Job well done!

    How are you fixed for blankets and toys? Do you need some or do your cupboards overflow?

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