Lo and behold, all these cute kittens! No, not so cute when they're feral and in your church hall, living it up and full of spitting fury when you try and catch 'em. Right, nightmare. Solution? Catch the wild kittens and send them on to another compound. How?
Call up Animal Services, borrow a couple of traps from Austin and some heavy duty gloves. Lay the traps in the church hall, baited with Feisty Kitten, which is like Cat Crack, no kidding, they love it. OK, rock on, catch your first cat. Well done, you're a Cat Trapper. Nice, but what about the rest?
They didn't want to go anywhere near the cage we'd laid out for them, Feisty Kitten notwithstanding, no, they were hunkered down like sleeper cell Jihadis and we had to pry those little furies out. How? Here:
Coax Mama cat into the kitten space (church hall)
Wait, as kittens and Mama get frisky
Remove Mama (let her out the door)
Watch through the miracle of phone technology as the kittens circle the trap, enter it and... close the deal. Well done team, take a feral cat award each. Seriously, no small thing. If you doubt me, try catching one with your hands; no, fool, wear heavy duty gloves, they're fierce, very.
End of story: We caught those cats, all three of them, and they're fixing to go to a friend's compound tomorrow. WE WILL NOT DO THIS AGAIN.
Cheers,
LSP
14 comments:
Now you can add to your resume, "Cat Herder".
I think that they call those critter minders, "cat wranglers" west of the Pecos. Which gives me an idea for a caption Art piece for Friday's Blog.
Looking forward to seeing that inspired cat art :-)
You should have known I'd "contribute" this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fit99l6kHyA&list=RDfit99l6kHyA&start_radio=1
I have a neighbor who feeds the feral cats. They won't go near my trap because they are so well fed. I may need to trap the neighbor.
In Texas there might be a tradition of cat roping that I was never exposed to. LSP, if you ever need to branch out into another avocation to keep you busy you may have found your place.
You could always sell your catch in the Asian markets in Dallas or down on the gulf coast where they tire of a steady diet of shrimp.
It's a hard earned award, WSF.
No small thing, LL. Time is eternal.
M, I believe LL isn't a "cat man.." So.
Wild, you're incorrigible. Great tunez.
LL, they're JUST CATS. We've named one of them SPITFIRE. Vicious little beast.
Good call, LL. Memo to ranch foreman/cat wrangler.
Interesting dilemma, Pewster.
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