For quite sometime now I have not seen Debra's Mom close enough to check out her belly size . . . only from a distance, and my binoculars are not the greatest. She still is limping off and on. I did set out the trap again for her, but came up empty.

On a brighter note, I noticed a young Tortie out back, and we had a feeling she would be an easy catch . . . we were right!! She is only a few months old and absolutely STUNNING . . . she has the coat coloring of a wild animal, so I started calling her Muskrat. Not a very pretty name, but I don't want to get too attached because she is feral as they come . . . those little ears flattened back and glaring yellow eyes as round as the moon, all the while uttering low growls. She was flinging herself from end to end of the trap. We caught her Saturday night so I spent lots of time with her on and off Sunday, just sitting by her and talking up a storm so she might get accustomed to humans . . . she did quiet down and slowly the ears became more erect and her eyelids started to droop as though she was at ease and going to slumberland.

This morning I dropped her off at the vet, and they couldn't spay her today but will tomorrow. Gosh, I will hate to just release her . . . I would love to try and tame her . . . has anyone ever gotten a feral to become people-friendly, and any idea on what my chances might be on accomplishing this??

I would love to give Debra a playmate, but don't have a lot of time to devote to working with a feral kitten . . . I guess I will house her in the dog's old huge wire travel crate for a few days in the garage while she recuperates from her surgery. I have a small litter box I can put in it and there is room for bowls and a sleeping mat.

I fell in love from the first glimpse I caught of her darting across the backyard ~ so gorgeous! I took pics this morning and when I get the film developed I will post the best one.