The SPCA dropped off the cat traps today. We set them up and in 30 minutes we caught a cat. A big cat. A very well-fed cat. At first, I was excited, almost vindicated. And then it started making that horrible noise that cats make that is somewhere between a howl and a growl. Then I kind of felt bad for the fat bastard.
Still, I called the SPCA and a very tired looking animal control officer came out and picked up the cat. While he was here, he got a call that a dog had been shot, so he had to leave in a hurry.
I am starting to realize why the animal activists hate humans.
But, I looked up and saw the incarcerated cat's 49 friends looking at me from their lair on the neighbor's stoop. And I relaized that it was 1 down, 49 to go and I shook my fist at those ferocious felines and whispered, "Vengenace will be mine you pooping pussies."
I feel a lot like Chevy Chase from Caddy Shack or maybe even that jilted woman who drove across country wearing adult diapers.
1 comment:
happy cat catching! guess you can't complain that your life is without excitement, huh? :) a friend has a similar situation in that it involves a cat... but only 2. they like to go under her house and get to know one another better and keep her up at night. not to mention that it once woke up her 16 mo-old so now she's pissed! and worried that with the cold, they'll stay there all day long. she's convinced that they are also eating her insulation. just wanted you to know that you're not alone. don't you feel better? haha.
ps: thanks for your comments. very sweet. and no one gave the amway comment a second thought until I remembered when I wrote my post. no lie.
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