We called him the Bumble. You know, after the Abominable Snowman from the Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer TV special. The Bumble was a great, white, furry, arctic beast who threatened to chew up elves and reindeer, so nicknamed by his nemesis, prospector Yukon Cornelius. My wife, Daphne, and I chose the moniker for our Bumble because he was also a great, white, furry beast who brought trouble.
Except he was a cat. A big cat. Seventeen pounds of scrappy, long-haired feline ferocity seeking female cats for mating and males for combat. This neighborhood bruiser, who acted more stray than feral, repeatedly brought his bad intentions to our backyard, so we sought to end it. We figured that Cornelius eventually disarmed his Bumble by having the beast’s teeth removed, so we’d deactive ours by having his gonads removed.
Where to start?
For us, this was the great unknown — our first attempt at trap-neuter-return — and we had no idea whether we could pull it off. Yet someone needed to help the cats in our Livermore, California, neighborhood by taking the testosterone from this brute. And although we didn’t know it yet, we’d need to save the Bumble from an agonizing demise.
As a cat journalist, I at least knew how TNR worked. I had done interviews and written about Alley Cat Rescue’s Guide to Managing Community Cats, and I’d read or edited many stories on the topic. So while I knew that stopping the Bumble would be easier than managing a feral colony or running a big TNR campaign, I still had many questions.
Where do we get a trap? What kind of trap do we get? Where do we set it? What do we use for bait? Do any local vets perform low-cost neutering for community cats? Should we call a feral rescue group? If we catch the Bumble and get him neutered, how much recovery time will he need? Where should that happen? Where should we release him?
The situation took an urgent turn. One night in our backyard we found a bloodied and injured Bumble, who fled a few seconds after we approached. He’d been in a fight, had taken a couple of pretty nasty cuts to the face and body, and one of his paws was hurt. His attitude had gone from cavalier and cocky to frightened and slow. His life did not seem to be in immediate danger, but we knew he’d now be a much easier target, and that infection and abscesses could appear soon.
Operation Stop the Bumble began with advice from a feral rescue group. At a feed store we rented a trap — sized for raccoons — and used a full can of tuna for bait. The group recommended a vet who’d neuter the Bumble and fix his wounds for a reasonable price.
We set the trap in our backyard and hoped for the best. The first morning? Nothing. The second morning? Success! Or so we thought. When I reached the trap, instead of the Bumble I saw Rose, a gorgeous silver tabby who lived nearby. I released her, but before she fled at light speed over the fence, she gave me a look that said, “I am beyond appalled — and you have NO idea what trouble I’m in!”
For several days, our concern grew for the Bumble. We hadn’t seen him since we discovered his injuries. Finally, one morning I again discovered the trap sprung. It was indeed our guy. He was clearly scared but not panicked. He’d probably been through worse, and he was still slowed from his injuries. Daphne and I got him to the vet.
The next day we retrieved him, all clean and stitched up, and high on meds. The vet said to put the trap on our back patio, cover it with a towel, let him spend the night there and release him the next morning. When the time came, we opened the trap and watched the Bumble tentatively emerge. He walked slowly at first, but within a few seconds his gait quickened. He took one look back before he ran for the fence. Whoosh! He was gone.
Daphne and I didn’t see the Bumble again, but a neighbor who fed the community cats did. She reported that his aggression and cocky attitude had vanished, and that he calmly ate and relaxed in her yard with the other neighborhood strays. The local cats were indeed happier, and the Bumble had dodged death.
Looking back, our choice was a little scary but clear. Daphne and I saw a problem that we knew needed a compassionate and determined approach. No one else was willing to step up, so we had to. It was uncomfortable, but we forged ahead and it turned out as we’d hoped. If there’s a moral to this story, it’s, “When you know the right answer, do not hesitate.” Trapping a Bumble and getting him fixed can be daunting, but taking no action is much worse.
Thumbnail: Photography Courtesy Keith Bowers.
About the author
Keith Bowers is a career journalist who has covered pets, the arts, law, politics, business and crime. He is a visual artist in oil painting, sculpture and photography and has been the emcee for CatCon for three years. He lives in Corvallis, Oregon, with his wife, Daphne, and one cat, a brown tabby named Thomas.
Editor’s note: This article appeared in Catster magazine. Have you seen the new Catster print magazine in stores? Or in the waiting room of your vet’s office? Subscribe now to get Catster magazine delivered straight to you!
3 thoughts on “Bumble the Cat: Transforming the Neighborhood Nightmare”
Omg!!! You evidently do not have any knowledge of TNR.. It works. ..would you rather have them kill each other or worse ??!! These cats will have a long healthier life. .
keith bowers you are a confused bad human, trapping innocent cats and cutting off their gonads, who are you to decide whats best for a independent free roaming cat. jerk!
Hey, hk, grow a brain. In one year, an intact female cat and intact male cat can produce thousands of kittens, and their kittens, etc.. Cats can breed as early as 4 to 5 months of age. Though it’s a myth that cats kill birds and cause extinctions–the truth is humans are responsible for habitat loss, poisoning, etc.–cats control mice and other vermin that spread diseases. The reason Europe in the Middle Ages experienced the bubonic plague at the level they did was because of their superstitious fear of cats, believing them to be the consorts of witches–harmless old ladies who got a bad rap–and they were killed by the millions. With no cats to control the rats and mice, the result was the plague. There are currently a couple million more cats than homes available. So it behooves intelligent people–who you obviously are not–to control the cat population. In fact, if people spayed and neutered their pets, there wouldn’t be any feral cats. The cats are out there because of irresponsible owners, who let their cats out and don’t fix them first.