On December 6, 2007 a call came into the Heaven Can Wait Animal Society office about a litter of kittens running loose. Manned with cat traps and a can of tuna we set out to catch the kittens. The goal in my mind was to deliver them to the shelter, socialize them and adopt them into new homes. I was advised that if they seemed too feral to socialize, the babies would become part of our TNR program. They would be spayed/neutered, vaccinated and returned to their community.
We set up the traps and waited at a neighbor’s house. At dusk, the kittens appeared out of the darkness sniffing at the tuna that lay inside the curious cages. The bravest kitten stepped into the wire cage and SNAP, the trap door closed behind him. The others scattered. Then one by one the hungry kittens came out of hiding and slowly walked into the traps.
The kittens were silent on the trip home, but once they were at my house they showed their feral side. Three little balls of fur, weighing no more than 3lbs each snarled, spit, hissed, scratched and bit. I had to use gardening gloves to touch them. At their exam I discovered they were healthy boys, but they were deemed too feral for adoption. The kittens were neutered with the intent to return them to their neighborhood colony.
But it was December and very cold. I couldn’t turn them loose. So Sport, Spike and Tiger came to live at my house. Every day I petted them, played games with them and finally won their trust.
The boys were very shy for a long, long time. They only came out of hiding when we were alone, but each one had a very loving side. Sport was especially fond of my paralyzed dog, Sophie. He often slept by her side.
Now at age 6, the brothers are confident adult cats. They run the house, meowing for treats, purring when held and rubbing against my legs. Spike sleeps at the foot of the bed, Tiger curls up by my hip and the Sport conks out on a cat tree in the bedroom. I was lucky with my feral babies; they just needed a chance.
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