Once upon a time, we started feeding A cat and providing outside shelter. SHE had kittens, but we didn’t have the heart to break up the family. Before we knew it, we had 18 cats. Children of children of children and such. The landlady gave us an ultimatum and we took them to a pet shop after a huge battle and shredded hands. Not a one remained, but I think the pet shop made some money on the cute little kitties.
The neighborhood feral cats all seem to live in our backyard, probably because we have a small pond and bird feeders. I don't know how you corralled those cats. We can't get within 5 feet of them.
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Well, I still have the scars on my hands. We had been feeding and handling the ones that were fairly stationary. The kids did, too. They weren’t absolutely feral, but not far from it. Actually, I trapped them with bait (food). After we had them the battle started.
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