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They rent live traps at the garden store, so my plan is to get there sometime this weekend and hopefully catch the cat Tuesday morning."

Laura had been looking on and slowly nodding her head to all of this information.

"So you can get a trap from Karger's. And how much does the vet charge?" she inquired thoughtfully.

"I think it's forty dollars."

"How nice of them to do that."

"I think they realize some people don't want to catch the cats to have them euthanized, so this at least keeps them from breeding."

"Yeah. "

Hannah was having a little trouble with the whole deal herself. A conservationist and noter of all things native disappearing, she'd never been one to tolerate outdoor cats. It would not go away if they ignored it; rather, it would multiply. With a little help from strangers via the internet, Hannah was trying to prepare for action. Although she recognized her chosen

course as the best available, she still stumbled over its lack of a happy ending. At best, the silver kitty would continue to live under the porch, frightened and uncomfortable, spooking the wildlife that visited Laura's bird feeders. The cat was so wild it could barely stand to be seen. Even if the animal shelters weren't already filled to bursting with pets surrendered under the economic collapse, this kitty would never have a home.

In the back of her mind while she was bicycling to and from work, while she cranked the computer and returned phone calls, Hannah was troubled by an overweight bride- to- be who now had her name and e-mail address-- sometimes seeming an opportunist just like the silver kitty, and being geared for survival in a life cycle that no longer made sense.

which means they'll fix it for a reduced price, but then you put it back where you found it. They check it to make sure it's disease- free first. And they cut off the tip of one ear to mark it as having been fixed. But I have to trap it.

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