[Aliantha]

When I was a kid we lived next to a lot of bushland, and there were quite a number of ferral cats. My brother and I started feeding them, and then we came up with the bright idea to try and trap them. We used a similar technique you did where we looped a rope around a door handle and wait till they'd come onto the porch to eat the food we'd started leaving out for them.

Each night we'd sit there and catch kittens and the mother even and we called the RSPCA each time and they came and picked them up.

Finally the big tom cat (and when I say big I mean the most massive cat you've ever seen in your life. Think of a maine coon gone wild and you're getting close) poked his head onto our porch. We slammed the door shut, then slammed the window we'd been hiding behind and I swear this cat ran around the walls horizontal to the floor in a mad rage, hissing and spitting to get away. He was wild in every sense of the word.

Me and my brother were only about 8 or 10 at the time and decide this one was a bit beyond us to catch and box up, so we called Dad to come catch him. In the end, Dad threw a drag net over him and stuffed him in his fishing creal then took him swimming. There really was no other option at the time, and it solved our ferral cat problem in the end.

We kept one of the kittens, but she was never really friendly to anyone but me. That was probably because I was the one that used to spend all my spare time with her.