Fix & Feed Feline Feral, Inc.

04/22/2026

Return videos. There aren’t enough homes for all the cats.
Please fix your cats and those in the neighborhood around you. It’s likely there are resources you don’t know about that can help you!

04/20/2026

The animals, highly susceptible to illness when removed from their habitat, have been kept in a warehouse. More than 31 have died.

04/17/2026

We are failing. We’re failing to reach the people that need to read these posts and we’re failing the animals.

People are insisting more kittens be born that they know they can’t feed or keep. Kittens that won’t be loved or paid attention to. Kittens that will be born in abandoned houses and the survivors will free roam the neighborhood. Kittens born in rescues while trappers have 10 litters they’re looking for space for.

People’s pets are running loose and mating in the street.

People are acquiring unweaned kittens so they can give them away to strangers on Facebook.

People are forcing more kittens to be born and neglecting what’s already here.

People are feeding friendly cats for 10 plus years and watching them get shot, watching their infected mouth bleed, watching them limp around with an open broken leg and doing NOTHING. (Even able bodied people with transportation and phones)

On that note: Vet care for stray cats in Hillsborough County has been FREE for DECADES. There’s no reason to observe suffering and do nothing.

People are receiving very public and very expensive assistance for medical emergencies caused by having unaltered pets and they’re continuing to have unaltered pets.

People are hiding the number of pets they have that need to be fixed. It’s like pulling teeth to get the information needed to thoroughly assist. Let the pets in your possession have this opportunity for vet care. Why in the world not?

Animals can’t get themselves to vet care. It is our human responsibility to help them with this. What we’ve seen this week is disturbing and incredibly neglectful.

This only summarizes about 25% of the last week. What else can we do? Something is broken.

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04/13/2026

04/11/2026

Every kitten you see comes from a mother, whether she’s nearby or hidden, friendly or fearful. Her story doesn’t end just because her kittens are found. She’s still out there, still struggling, still at risk of bringing more litters into a hard life.

No one is asking you to take her in if she’s feral, but she does need help in the way that matters most: being spayed. ❤️ That small act of effort, of simply caring enough to intervene, can change everything for her.

Because this is about more than just one litter. Saving a kitten is meaningful, but leaving the mother behind means the cycle continues 😿 more kittens, more suffering, more lives at risk.

04/08/2026

Wishlist Wednesday! One of our colony caregiver partners has been in and out of the hospital for a month and unable to work. We are shuffling some of our priorities around to help her. She is responsible for feeding 60 cats. She was expecting to be out for 3 months but there have been life threatening complications and we can not be sure when she’ll be able to return to work. I’ve added the least expensive dry food I could find onto the wishlist and thankfully we’ve had 2 people ship directly to her. Please help if you can! She uses one bag every couple days. Wet food is helpful as well, but more expensive.
Thank you to everyone who can’t help please share comment 4 words or more and like the post. You never know when someone who can help will see this post!

https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/1X3RGAXI23M0O?ref_=wl_share

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04/08/2026

“(These ferals) are not my problem and I shouldn’t have to fix them!”

How many times have we seen this comment from someone complaining about feral cats in their yard?

Raise your hands!! 👋👋

I want to ask these people one question...

“What makes you think WE have to fix them??”

I’ll be crystal clear here.

I NEVER wanted more than two indoor cats.

If you had told me six years ago that I’d be caring for FOURTEEN cats, I would have told you, “no way!”

Then this little Casanova brought his pregnant girlfriend to my yard.

And I honestly didn’t want to “deal with it”.

I had just lost my father. Everything in our house and my life was falling apart. My Penny’s diabetes was unregulated and my Weeny was dying of mast cell cancer.

I am JUST as “busy” as the next person.

But you know what?

SOMEBODY has to care.

These unfixed and unwanted cats and kittens are NO more MY fault than they are YOURS.

I’M not the one who failed to spay or neuter my cat. I have ALWAYS spayed and neutered every pet I’ve ever had as soon as they were old enough.

But someone needs to care.

“Those feral cats” didn’t ask to be turned out when their irresponsible owners moved away and left them behind.

“Those feral cats” didn’t ask to be born under a barn in the wild.

But somebody has to care enough to be a part of the SOLUTION.

So I stepped up.

And I promise you this, if I hadn’t stepped up to help them and break the endless cycle of unwanted kittens, the 14 cats I care for would have been HUNDREDS of cats by now.

If you can’t be a part of the solution, please stop complaining about the problem.

And stop laying blame on these cats and the people who spend THEIR TIME and THEIR MONEY to control the feral population and start placing the blame where it BELONGS...

With the irresponsible pet owners who don’t spay and neuter their pets and then dump the unwanted kittens back in the woods or in a known feral cat colony...

With the backyard breeders...

With the people who take a kitten because it’s cute, fail to fix it, and then “get rid of it” when the novelty wears off or when the cat goes in heat or urine marks...

With those who fail to fix their cats and then move away without their cat, leaving their cat to breed endlessly and fend for herself.

THESE are the people you need to harrass. NOT those who work endlessly and selflessly to fix the problem that SOMEBODY ELSE created.

Let's stop the madness.

Enough 🤚

~Author unknown~

04/02/2026

What Really Goes Into Transporting Cats to and from the Clinic for spay/neuter

Of course, this can differ whether you’re transporting owned cats, your own fosters, or cats you’ve trapped.

So you have 10 appointments- easy peasy, right? Not always.

You start the morning by setting traps for the cats you’re hoping to get. Then you begin touching base with the people who have cats you’re helping. Sometimes even when you check every day for a week to verify the day/time- without fail when you actually go to collect the cat… something comes up. They let the cat out, can’t find the cat, or they can’t get it into a carrier.

If the cats are close enough, you can try to get them safely into a carrier for them, which takes more time out of your hectic day. Depending on how trapping is going, you may need to line up other cats so appointments aren’t unfilled. Filling appointments is a careful juggle- you don’t want to be under, but you also can’t go over. So it’s getting late and no cat trapped, so you call it, fill the appt, go to close the trap… and there’s a cat in it, so you have to figure out which cat to bump so you don’t go over.

That’s just a small peek at filling the appointments.

Now it’s the end of the day and you have all 10 cats. You must make sure every carrier is appropriate- and if not, transfer them into one of yours. Do they have a towel inside and covering? No matter how many times you say it’s a requirement, people don’t always do it, so you use your towels. You have to label each carrier- tape, pen, paper- while doesn’t seem like much, but all things you buy yourself.

Pending when you get the cats, they usually get a snack before bed, so you supply that too and the boat it goes in. You fill out all the paperwork- sometimes going back and forth to confirm ear tips, vaccines, and any health concerns. That means paper, ink, and your time. You get up early to check all the cats and make sure towels are clean, swapping them if needed. Sometimes you meet people in the morning to pick up cats, which means even less prep time.

Then you drive to the clinic and check the cats in. Even though you know they’re in amazing hands, you still worry and keep your phone close in case the clinic needs you. Later, you pick the cats up, sometimes waiting if other people arrive before you for their cats. Then you either bring them home for overnight care- which means more towels, bowls, and food- or coordinate directly with caretakers and owners to connect with them to get their cats back to them after picking up. Many people are late, or traffic delays things, so it’s always a moving puzzle. You go over recovery instructions, paperwork, and make yourself available for questions over the next few days.

When you finally get home, there’s endless laundry, garbage, and than there is hoping people return your carriers if you had to use them. Sometimes their carriers may be too small, cracked, or just not appropriate for the clinic, which means more coordination to get yours back later from people.

All of this is not done for profit. Gas, time, supplies- none of it is reimbursed. This isn’t a paid job. The reward is knowing that these cats are now fixed, healthier, and will lead happier lives.

So when some people say “it’s just what you do,” remember- it’s a lot of work. Try to be a little understanding of our time, and maybe appreciate the effort that goes into making sure these cats get the care they need.

04/02/2026

She walked 23 miles on three legs. It took her 31 days. She wasn't going home — home didn't matter anymore. She was looking for him.

In a farming community in central Kansas, a woman kept a tortoiseshell cat for nine years. Found her as a kitten under the back porch. The cat slept on her side of the bed every single night. Followed her to the garden every morning. Was more her shadow than her pet.

The woman passed away in August of last year. Her husband — a quiet man in his sixties who always said the cat merely tolerated him — kept her. Kept filling the bowl on the porch. Kept the routine going. The cat stayed. But she seemed to be waiting for someone who wasn't coming back.

On September 27th, the cat was struck by a vehicle on a county highway near the property. A long-haul trucker found her in the drainage ditch, wrapped her in his jacket, and drove her to the nearest county shelter — 23 miles north.

The rear left leg was destroyed. A shelter veterinarian amputated it the following morning.

She recovered for 18 days. Quiet. Compliant. She ate. She healed. Staff described her as sweet but distant. She was listed for adoption. Nobody came for her.

On October 15th, someone left a supply room window cracked overnight. She was gone by morning.

The shelter called the farmer. No answer. He'd let the phone line lapse after his wife died. Never got the message. He assumed the cat had been hit on the road and was gone. Like everything else.

Thirty-one days later, on November 15th, he opened his front door at dawn and she was sitting on the porch step.

Three legs. 5.3 pounds — down from just under eight. The surgical scar still visible on her left hindquarter where the fur was growing back shorter and lighter. Paw pads on her remaining three feet worn almost smooth. Dried grass seeds and small burrs matted through her tortoiseshell coat. A fresh notch torn from her left ear that hadn't been there before.

Twenty-three miles. Thirty-one days. Three legs. A half-healed surgical wound.

She hadn't gone to the house. The house was just a building. She'd gone to him. The last person on earth who carried the scent of the woman they'd both lost.

A neighbor told the story later. He said the farmer stood in that doorway a long time without moving. Then he said the old man bent down real slow and picked her up. She pressed her face into the side of his neck. He walked inside, sat down in his wife's chair, and didn't stand up for two hours.

A local vet who examined her the next day said the walk should have killed her. The surgical site had partially reopened during the journey. She was dehydrated. Her muscle had wasted. One front paw pad was worn down to raw pink tissue.

But she was alive. She had crossed 23 miles of open farmland, county roads, barbed wire fence lines, and autumn storms — on three legs, healing from an amputation — to reach a man she had never once chosen over his wife.

Because he was what was left.

She sleeps on his wife's side of the bed now. Same spot. Same corner. Same routine. The food bowl is still on the porch. She walks past it every morning on her way to sit in the garden. Three legs. Careful on the steps. A little slower than before.

Some people say cats don't love the way we do.

She walked twenty-three miles to disagree.

03/28/2026

It's National Respect Your Cat Day! Take today to honor the real rulers of your households! 🐾👑
Two of our resident cats, Bones & Ernie, both rescued as kittens, approximately 5 years old now.