This night I trapped a torbie girl I'd been after for a while who I named Hermione. While I was out there though, I could hear a kitten mewing. I realised there was actually two kittens mewing - the two that got separated from their mother on a previous trapping night. It was heartbreaking hearing them cry...
I put the traps back out to try and get them, and managed to get one of the kittens, but not his sister. As soon as I got the tabby, his Siamese sibling started crying and crying for him. It was very heartbreaking. I had transferred the first kitty into my recovery cage at home, and taken the trap back out to try and get the Siamese kitten, but she refused to go into the trap.
So the next day I got the adult female spayed, picked up a large crate from the shelter to house the kitten so I could socialise him, and that night went out with a better drop trap than I had previously used to try and get the other Siamese.
I had no luck with the drop trap, so put out a regular trap as well which she stepped into, but got spooked by another cat, so ran off. The cat that spooked her went into the trap though, so once again I was full up on traps!
The next day (October 22), I had the tabby and white male neutered, and continued spending time with the tabby kitten who we called Jimmy. Unfortunately, Hermione, the female who had been spayed wasn't doing well. She wasn't eating, wasn't moving from her litter tray and was looking lethargic.
By the next day she was still not looking good, so I released the tabby male (Oliver), and took Hermione to the emergency vet. She was put under anesthesia to get examined and was found to be dehydrated and had a temperature, but had nothing else obvious wrong, so she received fluids and antibiotics to help her along. She perked up the next day, so I released her that night. I wasn't convinced she was 100%, but I had done all I could for her, and I knew she would be happier back in her own environment.
Jimmy, the kitten, I worked on socialising, and he came along in leaps and bounds. It took him a few days before he would allow me to pick him up, but he eventually did, and then the purr came along soon after.
He was pretty scared initially, so I kept him for close to a month, and by the end of that time he was about 11 weeks old and a happy little kitten. I was having trouble finding him a home, so I surrendered him to Palo Alto Animal Services where he had a better chance of getting a home. He had a rough start there - he was very scared at his new environment, but after a few days settled in, and enjoyed all the attention he got in the adoption room, and soon got used to other cats and enjoyed wrestling with other kittens. He was adopted to the perfect family on December 5th along with another kitten.
Jimmy

Hermione