A few weeks ago, one of my customers told me about a nearby business, where there were two feral cats seen roaming around. The owner of the property (a despised man around town) was getting ready to put poison out…for two cats? Good heavens, what would he have done if the cats had kittens?

After work, I went over and had a heart-to-heart with him and he agreed to wait and see if I can trap them before taking further action. Thank you God!

I have been going over there late at night and feeding them at the same times each night. One cat reminds me of my dad’s cat Boots. She is black and white long hair. She stayed well away from me and first but now when I drive up, she comes out of the shadow and head-bumps my legs. If I make an attempt to reach for her, she darts back into the culvert where she hides with the other kitty. He is a Maine Coon cross with horribly matted hair and in desperate need of a vet visit.

My plan is to win their trust, then bring out my traps and get them out of the area before the owner changes his mind and does poison them.

Last night, I got over there later than usual I put the food out and apologized to the cats telling them I would try to be on time next time. I am just talking in the wind. I don’t see any cats but I want them to at least get used to my voice, so I keep blabbering on.
While I was talking to the invisible cats. I was kneeling down on the ground on the other side of my car. The car door was opened a bit leaving the interior light on as restless youths have busted all the outside lights around this building long ago and they have never been replaced.

By the time I shook the box of kibble and poured out the food and popped open a can of wet, they both made their way out of the culvert for their meal.

Suddenly, I am bathed in an intensely, bright light and I hear this voice telling me to freeze! I looked up and see a police cruiser nearby- I guess someone called him about an intruder. Kitties fled- who can blame them and I was left to explain my presence to a suspicious officer.

I think what saved me was the crate of cat food in the back seat of my car- the empty cat carrier I take with me everywhere and the empty can of cat food on the ground near the paper plate. But just for a minute there, I wondered if my husband might have to come up with bail to haul my crazy cat lady butt out of jail!