Ute and I are not new to the rescue cat and dog world. Between the two of us we know boats loads of stuff. I want to add that we are also smart, resourceful, strong and creative. When the world has to move we move it. Yet there was some nervousness as we moved forward with our plans. Tons of "what ifs" and plans A, B, C, D, E and Fs hung in the balance. We were emotionally attached to these very special cats. We both wanted so much for them. It was my lesson on trusting the process and being in the moment. All along this journey, remarkable people, strangers and near strangers stepped up. Hugs were shared. Bonds of community, created. New things learned. I shed tears of joy as the weekend unfold before us.
The evening of trapping rolled round. We worked in darkness and feeling fortunate that the mean renters were out for the evening. Bait was set with stinky mackerel. The poppa cat, Capt. Moe Von Trapp appeared, we walked backed to Ute's house to wait. We returned. He calmly sat in the trap, next to him was a domesticated black cat (not one of ours) thrashing around. We released him. Capt. Moe was gently placed in my car and taken to a new friend's garage for holding over night. We repeated this processing two more times. All were calm and quiet. We peeked in the traps, they all looked at us with so much trust and love, it was overwhelming.
We had our baby boy, Winn Dixie and his mama, Trixie. We didn't see that black cat again.
The next morning, we transported Capt. Moe and Trixie out to the country. We were greeted by another new friend. She calmly and lovingly placed them in their cages. It was beautiful, like a smooth dance. We all sighed relief. Capt. Moe gave me the "I love you" blink as he relaxed in his cage. That was my reward.
Trixie quickly fell asleep in her little bed. They will be able to be warm and inside all Winter. Come Spring, if they decide they want to go outside, they can. They are on a very loving and protected property. Really an outdoor "summer" camp for cats.
As Ute and I drove back into the city, we were ready to transport Winn Dixie. We commented on how this situation for them was beyond anything we had expected. Little did we know that there were some more miracles to come.
That same evening we took WinnDixie to his foster mom's house. He was placed in his cage, he quickly settled in. He blinked at us, purred and we were able to pet him. His new foster brother cats, of which there were many, came by, one by one to greet him and say hi. Not a hiss in the group. Just pure welcoming love for him and he returned it. He played through the cage. We were all surprised. He's doing fantastic! And will be ready to have a forever home. He will do best with another kitten. He's not a feral cat. He's just one amazing cat.
Exhausted from the week. Yet filled with joy, love, friendship, community and magic. Those three wonderful and amazing cats taught me to trust. Trust that things will work out. Trust that I know a whole lot more than I think I do. Things do get taken care of. Love. It's a complete sentence. Work from a place of an open heart. Be calm and strong. Be still and allow the energy to work in ways that you can't even begin to imagine, as it will be better than you can imagine. I'm grateful for this journey and for everyone involved.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Until next week...create to feel great!
44 projects complete! 8 to go!
The lean to...it's in my basement for now. It was build for the Von Trapp Family, but now it will get used for some other wonderful cats in need.
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