Chester was my sweet little friendly feral. I told his story in other posts but won't do it now because the tears will start again. I just had to go out tonight and once more try to find him. I loved all the little furry ones I befriended, but Chester was my special buddy.
The woods were thick with brambles and thorny branches and I received scratches to prove it, but didn't care. I needed to find Chester. At one point I stopped and stood still, prayed for guidance, then asked Chester's spirit to lead me to him. A short time later, I found him. Actually, I walked directly to him. He was lying just a few feet from the awful neighbor's backyard fence and looked as if he'd simply chosen to take a nap there.
Maybe now I'll begin to have some closure - or maybe not. During the past two weeks, I contacted the police, Humane Society, and animal rights groups, but I don't think there is anything that can be done to stop this person from abusing animals. I know there is only so much an agency can do without concrete proof and what I have to go on is a fair amount of circumstantial evidence and a sixth sense. I don't have one ounce of doubt this neighbor is the culprit, but I realize a person can't be arrested on those things alone. I'm told I need to catch him in the act and then produce a video tape. How realistic is that? He knows we're watching him and it's not likely he'll put out any more poison where people can see it.
While I continue to gather facts, I'll also try to move on and concentrate on caring for the three beautiful kittens left motherless two weeks ago. They're very sweet and beginning to respond to my touch, but they remain frightened. I haven't taken any photos of them, but I will as soon as they begin to trust me.
Kelly's kittens are growing by leaps and bounds. They're still as cute a buttons and I'm baffled as to why they've not yet been adopted. There is a three-day adoption opportunity this weekend and maybe that will prove to be good for kittens. We can only hope.