By Tony Hicks
Wednesday, November 17th, 2010 at 4:27 pm in Uncategorized.
Ah, the sweet smell of victory – or maybe urine – when I walked into my empty, soon-to-be-sold house this morning and found my cat, whining about being trapped inside a humane raccoon trap.
That’s right – it only took me six weeks to outsmart a domestic kitty cat.
I’ll spare you the backstory (read it here), But our outdoor cat decided it might get a better deal with the new occupants and decided not to move with us in early October. I tried cajoling, luring, backing her into the kitty carrier, stuffing her into the kitty carrier, asking nicely, and, of course, threats.
I managed to chuck her into the house last week, where she immediately disappeared. I thought she got out, then I didn’t, then I set a borrowed trap, and got her with a can of tuna.
She wasn’t happy to see me, nor was the floor, after she’d peed all over it. She refused to tell me where she’d been hiding. We still managed to talk over our differences during the two-mile drive to my new place. Now she’s resting comfortably in my room at the new place, eating tuna, checking out the shower, and purring and whatnot. I’m allergic to her, but I guess we’ll cross that ER threshold when we get there.