Okay, so over the past few weeks I have gone to battle quite a number of times with an unlikely character only to be completely out smarted. I seriously underestimated the wit and brains of my enemy and was left frustrated and un-successful. If you are a little lost, let me explain the situation to you.
We have three cats at the present moment, Binx (the mom cat), Boots (the girl kitten), and Peter (the boy kitten). I guess they are not really kittens any more but what am I suppose to say...teenager? Anyway, everything is fine with the cats, I love them dearly. The problem lies with their friend who I will now refer to as Fatty!!! There is this huge black and white long haired male cat who comes into our yard and decided that he was going to make it his new home. He will walk into our garage and eat all of our cats food and it irritates the heck out of me. We also think he may be the father of our two kittens which also makes me mad.
So, after dealing with the cat in a mature manner (screaming and chasing it every time I saw it) I decided that I better step it up and really take care of the problem for good.
So, after dealing with the cat in a mature manner (screaming and chasing it every time I saw it) I decided that I better step it up and really take care of the problem for good.
My first attempt:
I came home from work and saw Fatty sitting with our kittens in the front yard. After deciding that he was probably a really stupid cat I attempted to trap him and take him to the pound. I got down on my knees and in a really nice voice started talking to him. To my surprise he let me get really close...close enough to grab him, drag him out from under the bushes and throw a laundry basket over the top of him.
As you can see Fatty's children were very worried and curious as to what was going on. After a few minutes I found another laundry basket that would be easier to put a cat in and transport, so I moved him over to that one with the help of my mother. The only problem was that the new laundry basket had a lid that could be easily opened. So, I placed two really heavy Cd cases on top so Fatty would not be able to escape. As I made my way to the car I started to have some trouble with the basket, Fatty and the Cd cases on top. It as too much weight for me to handle. Before I could do anything to stop it, the Cd cases fell off and Fatty was free...IN MY CAR!!! There was nothing I could do at that point, I was freaking out because there was a nasty cat in my car. I stood back and let him jump out the front door.
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My Second Attempt:
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I looked out the window and there was Fatty sitting under my father's car. I ran out there and knelt down to talk to him again. The stupid cat let me grab him again! You would think he would have learned his lesson based on our traumatic car experience last time but no. This time, I wasn't prepared with a laundry basket, so I used the next best thing...a soggy box that was sitting by our garage. I put Fatty in and tried to secure the top the best I could. I ran into the house to get my laundry basket and when I returned...Fatty had pulled the top of the box apart and was now sitting in our driveway.
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My Third and Final Attempt...For Now:
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So, with my laundry basket in hand I crept up to Fatty talking in yet again the sweetest voice I could muster up. He sat there and stared at me so I struck fast. I grabbed him and whipped him into the laundry basket. This time I decided to put some really heavy rocks that I found on top so Fatty could not escape this time. I ran inside to call Animal Control again and as I was leaving a message I looked out the window and was horrified at what I saw. The laundry basket was dumped over and the rocks were laying beside it. Fatty is so big that he was able to dump the basket over with no problem. I really question though if he had help from his children.
So, the cat has won for now but you just wait one of these days I will outsmart Fatty and win the war!!!