We had an exciting day here at home.

I think that in the past, I’ve shared with you how my human was caring for a feral cat. She became aware of him almost a year ago when I chased him from our recycling bin. I was just doing my job and quite proud of myself at the time; that was until my human scolded me. She informed me that he was homeless and didn’t have a comfy bed or a family who cared for him or even regular food.

This is one street-smart cat; not like the two spoiled feline fur balls that share the bed with me. This cat that my human named “Oscar” has a notched ear and has been on his own for a long time. My human took to feeding him since it was winter and freezing out and he was really skinny. She also became aware that the average feral only lives two to three years since outside life is very hard on them.

Anyway, my human planned to feed him until we moved, and then to send a neighbor food so that they could take up the duties. Unfortunately, we don’t have a kind neighborhood, and no one would agree to do that, even if she paid for the food. The next option was to trap him and take him to a barn to become a professional mouser, but the available program had no follow-up vet care or any way to keep track of how he was doing. My human was running out of options, so she opted for the last resort. She would trap him and see how he did when confined indoors in a double dog-crate. That way she could buy some time to look for a sanctuary for him, or if he settled down (which was unlikely,) she could bring him with us when we moved. He wouldn’t be a regular cat but could be set up in a basement with windows, a fluffy bed and cat tree, and an inside/outside enclosure. That way he’d be fed regularly and cared for, and not fall victim to starvation or a snowy winter.

So today was the day that she trapped him. It took five months of moving the food closer and closer to the trap and then finally putting it all the way in the back. She also had to work on her energy so she wouldn’t seem nervous. Oscar always would pick up on the smallest energetic changes since that is how he had survived thus far.

I’ve got to admit to you that I was scared when I heard the growling and spitting and hissing and heard him strike at the trap. Like I said, I’ve only known my own spoiled bed cats. This fellow Oscar is a terrified wild animal. My human had to wear big gloves and be very careful.

I know my human is upset that Oscar’s incredibly stressed and she’s very worried if she did the right thing. But she vowed to give him a chance inside and if he’s miserable, will then find a sanctuary or reputable barn program that he could join. She’s doing right by him but watching her doubt herself so much, reminds me of what I wanted to share with you. Sometimes when you do a good thing, it doesn’t feel good. I think you humans believe that doing the best in a situation will warm your heart no matter what. And that’s just not true. Doing the right thing can hurt. I know my human will do the absolute best for this cat whether he stays with us or is moved to a sanctuary, but still, she’s sad. Which means it’s now my job to cheer her up, tell her she’s giving Oscar a chance, and ultimately, he’ll decide if he wants to stay or go.

Love to you my dear friends,

Benny H.

Benny H. is an 8-year-old mixed-breed dog who enjoys writing, meeting new people, and providing companionship to his loving adopter, Liz Hoffmann. They live in Connecticut. Liz has extensive experience in sales, marketing, and opening her heart to shelter animals.

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