Start by doing what's necessary, then what's possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible. ~ Saint Francis of Assisi

The day starts out like any other as you approach the trap you’ve been watching for the last hour. The neighborhood cats are weary of you, but they shouldn’t be – you come to offer your help, not to harm them. The long-haired white male with bright blue eyes stare back at you, and you realize he can’t be more than a year old. He ceases his frantic efforts at escape as you approach, and eyes you wearily – his bright blue eyes piercing yours. He’s already shredded the newspaper lining and turned over the can of tuna-flavored cat food you used as bait, and it’s only been four minutes since you’ve trapped him. It will be at least 8 hours before he is free from the cage, but that can’t be helped.

Softly apologizing in what you hope is a calming tone, you quickly glance him over visually, checking for problems that must be treated while he is under a general anesthesia. His long hair is matted, and has even been torn out in the throat area. You spot several fleas, and notice his ears are infected from mites. Jotting the information down on a clipboard, you then place a towel over the top of the cage before loading him into the back of the truck. If you’re luck holds, you will have repeated this scene six times by morning, and that’s not counting the ones that you will have to release because their ear tipping signifies that they have already undergone the process.

Today is October 16 – National Feral Cat Day as it has become known internationally by animal rescuers, thanks to the committed efforts of Alley Cat Allies.

It is a day to recognize the growing problems of feral cats, and their place in our lives whether we are aware of it or not. National Feral Cat Day is more than just thinking about the problem, though. It is a day of action – where veterinarians nationwide offer their services to these felines.

By 4:00 am, you have maxed out your six traps. The contents of your truck include a pure black male, who you noted was deaf; a calico female who recently gave birth; two gray male shorthaired cats; a tiger striped female, and the first one you caught – who you’ve affectionately nicknamed "Booger," due to a lack of creativity, and the late hour.

The site for the spay/neuter clinic is as wild as the hundreds of cats that have been brought here, trapped, distressed and yowling as they await their unknown fate. You sign in, and the volunteer thanks you – thanks you – for making more work for them! Animal rescuers are truly a noble people. You think to yourself.

Today, you are trading out your recently adopted "colony of cats" spay and neuters by volunteering with the "post-op" section. And so, after your cats cages are tagged to assure a return to the same location, you enter the hospital. It’s quite a spectacle. On duty are five veterinarians, and too many volunteers to count. Your assignment is in the hallway of the hospital on a long cardboard table. You will be checking each cat as they come through for anything that can be solved in less than ten minutes, and administering vaccinations.

The assembly line of felines has already begun, and you stand at the table, next to another volunteer assigned the same duties. But, there is no time for idle chatter, as one by one, volunteers move the cats from the operating table to the hall table, where you stand due to a lack of space. The cats will have their ears tipped, and will be spayed or neutered by the time they get to you. Your job is to clean their wounds, check for parasites, vaccinate, brush or cut out any types of mats that could later cause problems, and pass them off to a volunteer who puts them in the tagged cage, rotating their small bodies every 15 minutes until they rouse from their deep sleep. All of this must be done before they awake, and although you are a writer who is accustomed to deadlines, the pressure nearly overwhelms you as the endless assembly line of tranquilized cats keep coming through. You’ve been there only 90 minutes, and already you have treated 12 cats. At one point, you’ve had four cats lined up on your table. But you console yourself with the knowledge that these cats will now live a healthy life because of you, and suddenly the fatigue drifts away, and you find the energy to push forward.

The cats are groggy and in foul moods when they awaken in their small cages, now stacked eight-high in the hallway. It’s a necessary discomfort, and one that will end soon. The other volunteers, mostly new to the world of cat rescue, are talking softly to them as they try to calm them, and you have to tell them to just throw a towel over their cages because trying to calm the felines seems only to infuriate them, and by now – you’re tired of listening to the yowling.

Eight hours and nearly 190 cats later, everyone is exhausted and ready for a good nights sleep, but your day is far from over, despite being up for nearly 24 hours straight. You check on the six cats that you brought, making sure that they are the correct ones, and load them into the truck. They will need to be observed until nightfall, and then set free once more. This time, however, they will not be transmitting diseases or breeding. They will be calmer, and maybe, with a lot of luck, one day domesticated. You smile softly to yourself, knowing that the phrase "domesticated cat" is an oxymoron, but hold to the hope regardless. It has been a good day, and one that will remain in your memory for a lifetime.

You will care for this colony of wild cats. You will feed them, build a shelter for them, and observe the animals without ever touching or petting or holding any of your charges. They are your responsibility now, but you have done your best to educate your neighbors, and you hope that additional help will soon turn up. It is a massive responsibility for one person. However, it is well worth it - for you alone have been responsible in saving these animals lives, and making your neighborhood a disease-free area.
Booger stays in his cage for a moment and glances up at you. You almost feel like he is saying thank you, although you’re somewhat certain he will never forget the horrors of the day. You repress an urge to reach out and pet the thick hair, knowing that to do so would most certainly result in a trip to the hospital for you. Finally, without so much as a glance back, he lunges from the trap and disappears behind a nearby hedge. You sigh and wave goodbye, because it’s all you are allowed to do. Nevertheless – a warm glow spreads over you, because you know that today was one of your most successful ones.

To learn how you can be of assistance during National Feral Cat Day, or better yet, begin efforts in your area to start a TNR (Trap/Neuter/Release) program in your area, visit www.alleycat.org for detailed information. And if you can’t participate, please try to make a donation, any funds are very much appreciated in continuing this national effort.

About the Author

Stacy Mantle is a freelance writer who currently resides in the southwestern deserts of Arizona with a number of cats, a coyote/wolf hybrid, and a very understanding husband. Her writing has appeared in publications such as The Arabian Horse Times, Today’s AZ Woman, and Pets Illustrated. Many of her stories and articles have been translated into several languages, and now reach an international audience. Quickly becoming known as "…the Erma Bombeck of animals", her writing has skyrocketed to new heights as she records the stories of those she loves, inspiring the reader to learn why we have all come to love the animals we share our lives with. She is the author of Conquering the Food Chain: Living Amongst Animals (Without Becoming One), which is available in Barnes & Noble bookstores nationwide, as well as online at www.bn.com or www.amazon.com.