The trap had been set all day Wednesday. Wednesday night I had to trip it and give up until daylight. Thursday morning, I got up VERY early. Before I did anything else, I raced down and set the trap. The tiny amount of food I’d left out was gone, but that didn’t mean anything. There are plenty of wild critters that could have been enticed by a bit of cat food. I raced back to the house, got breakfast and coffee, and started working. I used binoculars to check the trap about every thirty minutes (didn’t want to keep walking over there disrupting the possibility of luring this skinny white sweetie in).
Now let me step away from the story a minute to say this. What happened next is just as unbelievable as discovering Kismet (Kizzie) right underneath the front step to the cathouse. If I was reading this somewhere else, I’m not sure I would even believe the next part of the story. Which is why I am THRILLED that I got a picture when I did. There’s no denying it. I have the proof.
About mid-morning, I stepped out the back door and took a quick peek through my binoculars at my empty trap. I went down the steps, started a conversation with Arnold the Pig, and was about to step through a gate and head to the kennel when I stopped dead in my tracks. I sucked in my breath so hard it made Arnold squeal at me. I wasn’t seeing things. It was true. There was the white cat. Sitting ON the front step to the cathouse! I turned directly around, heart pounding, and went for my camera. I knew my evidence would probably be gone by the time I could get back out, but nope - there it was. My hands were practically shaking as I fumbled for my zoom.
Once the picture was taken, I started creeping towards the cathouse. I wondered if maybe I could get close and sweet talk this cat right into my arms. Maybe it had run away the day before because I’d startled it. And Miracle had been right behind me barking her lungs out. I got pretty close before it saw me. But as soon as it did, it shot under the cathouse. Wow, de ja vu. I ran for my trap and set it right on the Winnie’s Wish Walkway just like I had done when I had first seen Kizzie. Then, just like with Kizzie, I ran back to the kennel, in the front door, and around to the back. The day I was scouting for Kizzie I had gotten right down on the ground and looked under the cathouse. That’s when I had seen that Kizzie was just a kitten. And on this day, holding my breath as I stepped around the corner behind the kennel, I discovered that this cat was also a kitten. I was immediately alerted to its exact location because several cathouse cats were out on their deck looking down – all looking at the same spot. And there was the white kitten, looking up at them. I lifted my camera to get that great shot, but the kitten turned to run. I snapped a picture just as it ran back in the direction of the front of the cathouse.
And as it scampered away from me, I saw something amazing. This kitten was a bobtail – JUST LIKE KIZZIE! I stood there for a long moment absorbing this new information. And then I heard that beautiful sound . . . the trap snapped shut.
Now this is usually where a story ends. I have the cat in the trap. But this story has an ending that will completely melt your heart. See you tomorrow.