Was just going through some of the pics I had on m computer and came across these.
Before the pics though I HAVE to tell the story haha, it's kind of one of my proudest moments, and where my 'faith in humanity' was restored.
Last year was my senior year of high school, and a few days before it was time for the seniors to finish up (seniors get out about a week ahead of everyone else), I was in my last class of the day (art class! :D), and my friend came in talking about how there were kittens outside, near one of the portables. It just so happens that I adore cats, and so did my teacher. So she let me go out and take a look at them to see if I could catch them.
Oh, and did I mention this was during a tropical storm? So it's pouring rain outside and has been for awhile. Anyways, I went out and the kittens and their mother were holed up in a 2 and half foot deep storm drain, and the pipes connected to it. They were of course all feral, and it didn't help that kids kept taunting them and chasing them down and throwing things. The only compassion they got was from the teacher who's window their main pipe was under, she fed them everyday. So of course they hid from us, and I wasn't able to catch them during class time.
But after class I talked to a friend of mine and we stayed after school together, and wrested the 50lb grate off the storm drain and plugged all of the pipes except the one the cats were in, and put some food down that we got from under the window, and we waited. For hours. Until FINALLY the whole family emerged, and I was able to get on my stomach and reach down in. Unfortunately I was only able to grab one, before the others realized what was going on and scrammed. I picked him up and wrapped the poor sodden guy in my jacket and took him home. He was scared, but aside from crying for his momma he wasn't harmed or very aggressive. He was already mostly weaned, so I fed him moistened cat chow.
The teachers and staff let me do this because I'd already worked with two previous litters of feral kittens and feral cats, and many also knew that I worked with a wildlife rehabilitation clinic. It also helped that I was close with several teachers and had very good grades (graduated with high honors! :D)
I tried every day until I had to leave, me, a few friends, and surprisingly several teachers, and even when I finished up school I still came every day to try and catch them. I had the first kitten (a boy, who I named Raj) at home and after working with him every day he was now a sweet heart, and loved everybody. But his siblings evaded us, every time. Finally all the kids were done with school, so it was safe for us to set two Have A Heart traps (all we had). We left them over night and came back the next day, and we had caught the mother cat. One of the teachers volunteered to tame her and took her home. We set the traps again, and came back the next day, and had caught the second kitten. Being older than the first kitten, he was much more aggressive and hissed and spit and tried to attack, but it was in self defense.
Did I mention that the last few days had been graduation practice, and we were again in the middle of a tropical storm that kept it raining 24 hours a day?
The day we caught the second kitten was also the day of my graduation (honestly, rescuing the kitten was a lot more fun. Graduation was kind of horrible), and this was the day of our final last ditch effort to get that last kitten out.
So with the help of five teachers, we filled buckets of water and plugged all the other pipes. We dumped the water down the pipe leading to the storm drain and pop! out came the last kitten. I quickly shoved a towel in the pipe it came from, and reached down to get her. Unfortunately she was able to wiggle past the towel and get back in the pipe.
We tried the technique 3 more times, and somehow the kitten still remained in this tiny pipe. We joked that she must be either half aquatic or spider man, with legs all splayed to keep her in place. So then, in my crowning moment (hahaha) I said "Why don't we toss something down the pipe with the water? Something soft but that will force her out?" So then came the tennis ball.
We all held our breath and waited. And waited. Until out came the kitten again, and I shoved more towels into the pipe she came from, as tight as I could. And I was able to throw a towel on her and lift her out into a crate, and take them both home.
So now I had one sweet kitten, and his siblings who were absolutely terrified of me and (understandably) growled/hissed/attacked anyone who came near their cage.
But me and a friend worked with them several times a day, until they became the sweetest kittens you'd ever seen.
The PLAN was to adopt them all out, and we were able to successfully adopt one of the kittens, the first one, Raj, to a teacher at my school. After that, one of our own cats become ill and passed away (slightly ironically, she had also been another feral turned sweetheart that I'd worked with) so we decided to keep one of the kittens, the second that had been pulled from the storm drain, as he had become a total lover boy. So his sister, Spider (named for her spider like abilities in the storm drain) was the last that we needed to adopt out. Unfortunately, she had other ideas. She was a complete sweet heart, loved attention and being held and cuddled and played with. And yet, every. Single. Time. someone came over to look at her, she turned into a snarling she-devil who screamed and refused to let anyone near her. And she ONLY did this for people who wanted to adopt her, I SWEAR. She adores the child I babysit, and she loves my moms friend. She just didn't want to leave.
So...she didn't. We still have her, although my mother re-named her Sissy (who we call Hissy Sissy now after those stunts she pulled) and Tybalt.
PICTURE TIME. The first series of pictures are Raj, the second series is Sissy, and the third is Tybalt. The mother looked just like Sissy, but I wonder what the father(s) looked like ;)