As I mentioned yesterday, Alex successfully trapped a cat on the back porch of the old house. That it was the wrong cat was unexpected, and a little funny for us, but not for the cat we caught, who has since been returned and released, and as I understand it, took off like his tail was lit for parts unknown. Can't say as I blame him. Maybe Alex will tell you all about it, if he ever posts anything on his own site ever, ever again.
So we're going to re-bait the trap again tonight hoping for our own sweet Buddy, the semi-feral but very nice barn cat. And when I say "we," I of course mean "Alex." I think I'll send a picture along with him next time, so he can check it against the contents of the trap. A refresher--this is Buddy, sweetly meowing at me:
And this is what Alex brought home last night. He is NOT meowing sweetly at me; he's thinking just how much he is going to enjoy eating my liver when he finally figures out how to get loose from his mackerelicious prison cell:Seriously--does that look not convey, "I gon' cut you!" in felinese?