Well, THAT was an experience

We had four slots at the spay and neuter clinic this morning for the feral barn cats.  So last night, I headed up to the farm, where I was meeting my friend Sarah to set traps.

When I got there, there was an upset man in the barnyard.  He had been driving by, he explained, and a cat darted out in front of his car, and ... he hit it. 

Sarah was already there and had located the cat, who had severe injuries.  She got it into a carrier and the farm owner rushed it to the emergency vet, but the cat had to be humanely euthanized.

Well, that was awful. It was horrible, of course mostly for the cat, but also for Sarah, who had JUST had to put her elderly dog down the day before.  I told her to go home, that I would handle the rest, but she said no, she wanted to stay and get the traps set.

How do you even measure the worth of a person like that?  I have no idea.  Gift ideas welcome, because man, I OWE her.

While the farm owner was at the vet, Sarah and I set eight traps.  As we were setting the traps in one area of the barn, we could HEAR the traps already set elsewhere going off.  Within an hour, we had trapped five cats.  We were both pretty frazzled at that point, so we elected to de-activate the remaining traps and call it a night.   I was to come back this morning and pick up the cats for transport to the clinic.

And then it started to snow.

To be continued ...