This, my friends, is a live trap. Supposedly humane as it does not hurt the animal trapped in it.
If you are disturbed by very sad stories you may not want to read the rest of this post, but I need to tell it.
We, unfortunately have a woman next door who does not like cats. This woman is in her 80's but is definitely not your typical old lady. She still works full time at Target and gardens continually. Unfortunately she is also a very bitter and spiteful person. Mostly I have felt sorry for her that she is that way. She never has friends or family visit, probably because she can never find anything good to say about anyone or anything. She also threatens to sue or call the law on anyone she feels is against her...for any reason.
This week the resident poet took it upon himself to rearrange one of her flower beds which was partly in our lot as we want to make the parking space big enough for 3 cars in case we have a guest. (There's no where else to park) Keep in mind she put this flower bed in without asking if we cared that it was partly on our lot, and for 2 years we've ignored it. There were no flowers damaged as there were none growing in the section that was made smaller and her bricks were neatly put on her side to do with as she chooses.
She had a cow... a great big ugly cow. She called the trailer park manager and apparently could get no satisfaction. So she called the county sheriff, had a criminal trespass put on the resident poet- when he wasn't even in her yard -and since that was not enough, she very spitefully trapped the above cat the next day because she knows we love cats and I feed the strays if they come around. The county animal control came out to pick up the cat, one of our many stray cats in the park, and that was fine with us. EXCEPT that this cat had just had kittens less than a week ago, under our trailer. The animal control people refused to look for them, said it was our problem because we were 'harboring them' under our house. Funny, I don't remember telling this cat to go have her kittens under our house.
I called so many agencies over the next few days trying to find someone to get the kittens out and possibly take them that I got very stressed out and frustrated, found it hard to work and even harder to go to sleep at night, at least I wasn't home to listen to them all day like the resident poet. Neither I nor the resident poet can physically crawl under the house and even though everyone I talked to was sorry about the situation, no one ever, EVER came to help. I won't go into the excuses I was given, just know they were pathetic.
So for 5 days we listened to kittens crying every so often under our house. I cried more tears than I think I ever have. The kittens might have died anyway not having their own mother to feed them, but listening to them starve to death and not being able to do anything about it has broken my heart. We don't hear them anymore today, so I am assuming the Almighty finally decided to do something and took them home. But it was not the kittens' fault, so why did He have to make them suffer for 5 days?
I know there is probably no answer to that and right now nothing will make me feel any better except knowing they are no longer suffering as of today.
Right now I am heartbroken and angry. Angry at the old woman, angry at the various agencies who claim to love and care about animals and angry at God. Just another total disappointment I don't think I will ever truly get over. Let's just say I don't know if or when I will feel like going to church again and I certainly will never give any of my money or support to any of those agencies who kept turning down my pleas for help. And somehow I cannot believe I am the only one this has ever happened to.
If you have read this whole post, thank you for letting me vent and if you are praying for me, I thank you from the bottom of what's left of my heart.