Last Saturday night a devoted feral cat feeder in Hartford faced a serious dilemma with a colony she has been taking care of for quite some time. The colony recently and mysteriously declined from 20-30 cats to sightings of only 8-10, and she suspected either a suspicious neighbor at the site had set out rat poisoning or a disease like feline distemper was decimating the colony.
My friend gathered a few corpses and is awaiting necropsy results. In the meantime, she needed to immediately trap the remaining cats and place them in a safe environment free from possibly infecting others.
“Tabby” spent the first few days under my office couch, but as you can see, she (I believe she is a she) is coming out of her shell. One of her brethren from the colony, however, stays hidden whenever I’m present. Nonetheless, they are a welcome addition.
They both can’t be more than a few months old and will be our mascots until they get to the vet for diagnosis and treatment. Sometime soon they’ll join our crew at home for good, and so the cycle that rewards our souls begins anew.
