Herding Feral Cats, Part 2

October 2016

Back to my Cat Relocation Plan

So I looked online to see if I could bring my little cat colony with us when we moved across the street. Shouldn't be hard, right?

I could pet Charky and Pippa easily. Even hold them in my lap. Got my carriers, picked up these two by the scruff of their necks at different times, and dropped them in. Had to trap Star because she is not so friendly that I could pick her up. Took them to my vet who gave them shots and put those very expensive flea collars on them.

Brought them back to the new house and let them go in the garage. First mistake!

They were fine, would find hiding places, but basically were OK. I wanted them to become acclimated to the new place, even though it's right across the street. We have a fenced-in backyard which would be very safe for them once I felt comfortable letting them go. What a dreamer I am!

Pippa eventually came into the house and seemed to be fine. She doesn't like to stay inside for a long time but she gets into my lap and loves to be loved. But when she wants out, she does not keep it a secret. Talks to you until you cave and let her out. I was so afraid that first time she went out the back door. She investigated the yard, climbed the fence, walked on top of the fence around the yard, and eventually came back!! Voila! Mission accomplished! Or so I thought.

The other two, Charky and Star, were still in the garage. Charky was venturing into the house but not comfortable at all. And then . . .

They escaped!!