Well today was difficult in the fact that I had to do something I didn't want to do - but I knew was the right thing. I "caught" the 3 little kittens and took them in to the SPCA. They were wild and free. But I had been feeding them. What would you do? Let them starve? Moochie had got too close to me, letting me stroke and cuddle while he purred. The other 2 were still skittish but Josh told me he doubted they would all last the winter. It is far north and it gets VERY cold. There was no shelter here for them. And I'll be going home.
I talked to the SPCA for a long time before making my decision. Locally they have a "no kill" policy and that was very important to me. They said it really helped that I had started to socialize them and because they'd been fed - they were in good health. If the 2 skittish ones were not immediately adoptable they'd be given to foster homes until they were socially ready. And the other good news is that several people have been asking for black kittens and they only have grey, orange and calico at present.
So, I put their food in my cat's kennel and they were all "trapped" in under a minute. I put them in the car and never heard a peep out of one of them during the half hour drive. Weird thing for me, especially today. The SPCA is on the same road as the OPP station where I'd gone to pick up H from Jail exactly 7 years ago today. That's the only other time I'd even been there.
I gave a donation to the shelter to help with food etc. They do good work. I visited the other cats and kittens there as well.
And I miss the little guys. It seems so strange to go outside without tripping over them.
