So, finding that no shelters will take the kittens because they're considered feral by all of the no-kill facilities, I decided to put them on Craig's List, perilously gambling with their fate. I was out of options.
A divine woman named Jane, an ecologist, has offered to take in the whole family, socialize them, and then re-home some or all of them after they're socialized (hence, more adoptable). Make no mistake -- the logistics of catching four feral kittens and their mother is slightly more complex than brokering world peace.
D-Day is Sunday.
A divine woman named Jane, an ecologist, has offered to take in the whole family, socialize them, and then re-home some or all of them after they're socialized (hence, more adoptable). Make no mistake -- the logistics of catching four feral kittens and their mother is slightly more complex than brokering world peace.
D-Day is Sunday.
Some pics from Friday night:
Tabby Tummy
Tabby Tummy
Fluffy makes a monumentally bad choice in toys to chase...
Saturday night, the eve of executing our diabolical Master Plan of "Kitteh Catch"...like this whole thing isn't precarious enough, we get another visitor.
I now have all the outside lights turned on and classical music blaring from a portable radio. I figure classical annoys skunks. They're probably hot jazz types. If it doesn't scare him away, maybe it'll at least lull him to sleep. 
After four hours filled with adrenaline and defeat, New Mom Jane and I managed to round up all five cats. 
Off to their new home with their new mommy... now I have empty nest syndrome. Gary suggested I adopt a herd of wild horses. Yay! HORSIES!
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