Hard to believe that out of all the cats I have trapped and fixed, there has only been one boy. It’s a terrifying thought to think they all could have had multiple litters. Exponential.
I have decided to name her Charley, short for Charcoal. She was sweet on the way home but I had to pick her up with a towel to move her into the dog crate. I noticed there was an extra towel in the cat carrying crate as well so I have a feeling she might not have been agreeable at Fix for Life either. I’m going to try and tame her for two days and if it works, try my best to coerce my friend into taking her on Sunday when she comes over. I haven’t decided my tactics yet. But it will include food.
If not, I will let her out. I can’t bring any more kitties into the house. But maybe if I can at least pet and hold her, she won’t be so afraid of me.
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