Frustration

For almost 2 months I have been courting the kittens that were born under my back deck. My hair girl and her manager were interested in adopting any I could catch.

Things conspired against me for timing and this weekend was the first time I could comfortably put the trap out. I managed to catch sweet little Smudge last night. Texted B. and told her she and manager could come get today. I'd lend one of my carriers to them for transport and get it when I had my next appointment.

They come today and manager insists on transferring Smudge from my carrier to her's - outside. Yup... sweet little Smudge managed to squirm out of manager's grasp and ran right back into the backyard and under the deck.

*sigh* Trap is back out but I somehow suspect that there will be no second chances. Which is hard as, like I said, Smudge is a sweet girl. She did not hiss or spit at me, did not swipe at me and let me pet her while she was in quarantine in the guest bath.

Here's hoping I can get her caught again (and maybe some of her sibs) to get her out of the outdoor feral cycle.