I mentioned Gunther before, here, and how after feeding him through the winter months and his kittendom, he had disappeared after Moonpie took over the park. So as soon as we neutered Moonpie, and Gunther began slowly showing his intact behind, he became next on our list.
|Gunther, left, as a kitten at the winter feeding station alongside his mom, Baby, right|
I mentioned here that we went to the park to trap Gunther on Sunday evening, amidst all the noise and haste and teenagers on four-wheelers. We actually did get him in the end, though not without him making us run the gauntlet first. Gunther is a clever, suspicious cat, slippery but bold. He was the only one bold enough to jump up on the table during feeding time where Cindy and Tweeny always ate, and he would steal just about anyone's food. It's no wonder Moonpie ran him off. As said, he disappeared when the females went into heat this season, and Moonpie took over the park. On the rare occasion we did see him, oddly enough, for such daring and clever cat, he was still tagging along behind his Mom, Baby - yes, even after she was pregnant! (Actually, we do see this, male offspring tagging behind their mothers long after their female siblings have struck out on their own.)
|Gunther still tagging behind pregnant Mom, Baby|
By the way, we haven't seen Baby this week, and I am assuming she has had her kittens. I hope that's it. We did not have a trap at the time we could have interceded before this litter, and Baby is impossible to hand catch; we've tried unsuccessfully several times when she was very sick with a bad tooth and hadn't been able to eat for days. Thank God that problem fixed itself, because we were beside ourselves with worry over her. We even camped out a few nights trying to capture and help her.
|Here I am laying out a trail of mackarel|
|Gunther keep his eyes on me|
|He ate all the mackarel, but wouldn't go in the cage|
Then the next evening, Monday night, we released him back at the park:
|up and Adam|
|ready to go|
|he exited like a perfect gentleman|
|He has to grab his gourmet reward off the plate before Petey scrumps it|
|Sigh, food connoisseur Petey finally wins|
Tuesday morning this is about as close as he came to me. I had to put his breakfast down on the property next door and step well away before he would eat:
|Hiding at the property next door|
|Finally he eats|
It's Thursday and I haven't seen him since then, so I pray I will see him this evening. Please join me in praying he lives a long, happy, and healthy life. The best to you, Gunther. You gave us a run for our money, clever boy.