I caught a cat, I caught a cat. I caught Tugboat on Saturday. (See cat page for key to cats)
It was completely spontaneous and we were unprepared. I went outside because I heard him and he has been howling a lot. I brought treats with me and set them down with my left hand and he walked up to eat them, face pointing away so I just picked him up by the scruff of the neck.
I walked into the garage where there are cat carriers lined up waiting for cats and put him in one of the cardboard types and brought him in the house. “I caught Tuggy, I caught Tuggy”. Lori, completely confused got up to get her wallet and keys so we could get him to the vet and he was hissing and pawing through the box and as I walked him out the front door he basically broke through the box and ran off.
So, no more kitties have yet been fixed. FOUR kitties need to be fixed. I also need to re-think the carrying device, at least for this big Tom. Granted, that box was one that sat outside for a bit last week trying to get a kitten in it, so it was a little weak from the dew and being knocked around.
In other Kitty nonsense, I put together ANOTHER outdoor kitty house for the ferals to get out of the rain. I know they have been in there because there is fur inside and the treats I stashed in there are gone. They have now both been situated away from the house so they will actually use them. Lori thinks I’m nuts, maybe I am. If I could just get these four fixed so we don’t end up with more I will be thrilled.