Bonzai showed up when we were in the thralls of losing Luna, my beloved dog who had a very aggressive form of cancer. I think we actually saw Bonzai the same day that we had to make that choice for Luna. And it was while we were both saying, “No more! This hurts too much. We will never bring another animal into our lives and have to go through this Hell again!” We already had so many that, through the lens of our grief, were all going to suffer and die and we couldn’t stand the thought of adding another to the future death toll.

And there she was. Bloody and skittish as Hell! A big slap in the face to our vows of “No more! Never again!” A saving grace -you can mourn when you’re dead. Right now you still have the good work to do, and there’s a never ending supply of it.

When Bonzai showed up she had two long wounds down her back, on either side of her spine. About an inch wide and six inches long. We could get a glimpse of her when we pulled into the driveway and watch her out the windows, but if we we outside and she saw us she ran under the shed.

We got our best first looks at her through binoculars and the zoom lens of the camera. So we put food and water out by the shed for her. She moved up to eating on the porch with the other cats pretty soon, so we could see her much better looking out the windows, and it was bad. She was very injured.

Then she started bleeding from the throat! I could see it out the window, but still couldn’t do anything for her!

Thus began the trapping debacle. A TNR veteran, I immediately thought trapping was the thing to do. Great idea, but no. We caught all of our feral cats (Gorgeous got trapped several times) and a skunk. But no Bonzai.

She recovered on her own. She put on weight. Her wounds eventually healed. Her coat got nice and healthy. Getting used to us took a lot longer than getting well!