One phone call. That's all it took. (Okay dozens preceded it to secure
the phone number.)

I just got off the phone with a wonderful woman who runs a feral
relocation program who knows all about One Eye! She is just as
concerned as I am. She confirmed all that I had heard. One-Eye and her
sibling are indeed the last holdouts of a larger colony the rest of
whom are already relocated to a farm in a very rural location. In
fact, this woman is responsible for feeding these two cats, building
their shelters, giving them the meds I saw the empty bottle for a few
weeks ago, and spaying them both over 12 years ago. That's right both
of these cats are over twelve years old. They have been together since
they were kittens. The woman I spoke with has also been trying to
catch One-Eye and her sibling, but doesn't have the time to spend out
here (she's a few towns over). She also has a connection to an animal
hospital who treats all of her ferals. Once I catch One-Eye, I can
call her or the hospital. She's also getting me more traps.

I also learned some potential bad news. First, I spoke with the
building owner this AM who has a call into this town's Animal Control
Officer who is also trying to catch One-Eye. Not sure what her fate
would be if this happened. Also, OneEye's sister(I did run into her
yesterday) has a growth on her neck. I haven't seen it but Linda, (the
woman I spoke with) told me about it. I just have to catch this pair
before animal control.

I WILL catch these cats. My conversation with this woman has left me
energized, encouraged, and invigorated. Mostly, I finally feel like
I'm not alone in this. I will update!

A much less depressed Carl