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Twice it works like a charm, the cats so scared, they explode out of their hiding places hard and fast like frantic rats. Once trapped in the net, a blanket is thrown over the struggling cat to calm it. Getting the struggling feline into the carrier is a three- person job.
After two fruitless hours of trying to catch more cats in open spaces (20 m.p.h. kitties pursued by amateur cat nabbers is not a recipe for success), these three assume they are done for the day except for the dreaded "clean-up."
However, an hour later, they notice a black hind end peeking out from behind some plywood. A plan is hatched and executed. Surprisingly the soft hind end tolerates petting! But when he (or she) finally figures out that a glove-covered human hand is-is touching him, two cats explode out of their hiding space. One gets away, the other, the one with the sore front legs is efficiently netted although so terrified, the net and blanket has to be pried out of clenched teeth before he/she can be transferred to a carrier. This one gets the comfort of the blanket over the carrier to still its frantic efforts to get out.
Over the next week, one, then three, then two, then two more cats are caught in mackerel baited cat traps. At this rate, it will be at least another month before all cats are caught, fixed, and, their ears tipped, released back into their sad, brutal existence.
The women know it is not a good solution. They know more problems are ahead when the man becomes unable to feed them.
However, they did what was necessary to prevent the many litters that would have been born if they had done what is the easiest thing in the world to do - nothing.
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