I've had the live trap for a week now; and I caught Stumpy once, Abigail twice, one of Abigail's kittens (who wasn't happy about it at all, but I enjoyed it), a grey squirrel, and last night at 2:45 I caught The Attacker Cat.
I was returning the cage today anyway!
Yippee!
Call me Papa Hemingway.
Boy, it's like catching a Great White. I had to cover the cage with a blanket, because he was pissed off mightily and plucking the cage-wires tooth and nail like a harpist of Satan's Choir and scaring the crap out of me.
I think I could nip him myself with the nail docks, but this could be endorphins.
Well!
Yippee, yippee, yippee.
The vet is also going to look at my knee, and see why I can't walk.
Yippee!
MJ said, "Are you sure he's feral?"
"He was on my porch."
~ Snippy, King Of The Forest |
