"The World is Round and the Place Which May Seem Like the End May Also be the Beginning". -Ivy Baker Priest

What a week. A crash course in the lessons of TNR (Trap, Neuter, Return) or in this case Trap, Socialize, Neuter and Adopt. Let's go back to how this 'little' project started.

About 5 months ago Kyle and I were on our way to town. We were both hungry so we decided to stop at the Burger King along the way for a milkshake. I've known there was a colony of feral cats behind this BK since we've moved here. There was always food and water left out, and the cats looked happy with their life there. I was always curious who was managing this colony. I noticed once before that one cat's ear was 'tipped.'

(For those who might not be familiar with TNR (like me prior to working in animal welfare) a cat is ear 'tipped' when it is trapped and sterilized and then returned to it's environment. While under anesthesia the vet preforming the spay/neuter surgery will clip the tip of the left ear of the cat. This way when viewed from afar (or with binoculars) you can identify which cats in the colony are already 'fixed' and does not need to be re-trapped.)

So I knew for years someone was taking care and 'fixing' all the cats in this colony. It just so happened that the night we went for our milkshake was the night the colony managers were out trapping! When Kyle pulled up to the drive through I saw two ladies out there with humane traps. I jump out of the car and walked over to introduce myself. They were trapping the cats to be fixed at Operation Catnip the next morning.

One of the colony managers expressed a concern. They've been trying to trap, neuter and return about 3 cats a month, and so far had about a dozen sterilized. However, there were still kittens being born in the colony faster than they're able to trap and fix them. They've had trouble finding homes for the small kittens they've caught in the past and asked if the SPCA could help with any possible future litters. I gave them my business card and told them to call me if this ever came up.

And last week my desk phone rang with a familiar voice on the other end...

There was a litter of kittens. The kittens were old enough to be away from the mother, and the colony managers needed help. I agreed to help, but said we would need a foster home for them while we wait for space to open up at the SPCA Adoption Center. The SPCA is currently in the middle of what we call "Kitten Season" and we have kittens coming out of our ears. I could not take them because I promised Kyle we wouldn't foster any kittens while Miles was still a puppy. So I encouraged and convinced the colony manager to foster.

I worked with the ladies to help trap the kittens. Last Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday I sat out there for a total of 8 to 9 hours attempting to catch the little guys.

Finally, on Thursday night (one week later) I got a phone call. The colony managers caught two of the four kittens! I snatched my car keys and ran for the door. Kyle stopped me and wouldn't let me leave in my pajama bottoms. So I put on proper clothes and drove out to the Burger King parking lot.

The scared little 'teenage' kitten 

They had caught two of the baby kittens and one "teenage" kitten (on accident). This concerned me. I knew the "teenage" kitten would need a significant amount of socialization if we were to put her up for adoption at the SPCA. One of the colony managers agreed to put the time and energy into socializing the "teenage" kitten, but then wouldn't have the space or time to deal with the smaller kittens. Knowing an alternative would be to let the "teenage" kitten go, and attempt to re-trap her during the next Operation Catnip day (which would be very difficult, and would probably be pregnant by that time). I agreed to foster the baby kittens if she would take the "teenager." I caved. Sometimes the best laid plans...

Very frightened kittens in a Burger King parking lot

The two trapped kittens, frightened as hell, came home with Kyle and I that night. I was overjoyed, yet felt sorry for them. They were being plucked from the only world they knew and brought into a home environment. As I was settling these scared souls into our spare bedroom that night the quote from Ivy Baker Priest came to mind, "The world is round and the place which my seem like the end may also be the beginning."

"The world is round and the place which my seem like the 
end may also be the beginning." -Ivy Baker Priest

These little kittens have no idea about the spectacular life we work so hard to provide at the SPCA. They will never have to deal with ticks, fleas, worms, ear mites or having litter upon litter of kittens. They will never have to worry about being hit on the road, or being trapped and euthanized for being a "nuisance." They have no idea what great things are lined up for them. But tonight they are just two little Burger King kittens... sleeping in a crate in our spare bedroom.