Cataloguing failures

Still no luck catching the long haired calico that had the last litter of kittens at my neighbor’s house. While trying I may have spotted an even more elusive gray tabby female, who may or may not hang out mostly across the street but has been sight unseen at home for a couple weeks. Hm.

Tuna, Friskies wet food, Sardines

I tried several different things this time around. Sardines were outright scoffed at, the colonies regular wet food and pouch tuna were not alluring, although the tuna attracted other cats.

Box with speaker inside

I also tried putting a blue tooth speaker in a box at the end of the cage. I connected my phone and played plaintive kitten sounds. This attracted the attention of a fixed male, who investigated but did not go in, and a fixed female, who did not approach but just stared from a distance. Momma cat was sight unseen. This may have been because a neighbor dog was on the loose and running around all the houses. I turned off the kitten noises until he went away, then realized I had lost bluetooth connection. Arg.

Mass hysteria

“Dogs and cats living together! Mass Hysteria!” -Peter Venkman, Ghost Busters

Sophie (cat) and Missy (IAB dog)
Izzy (cat) and Missy (IAB dog)

Not really mass hysteria here, just some napping. Missy the dog does have a job: to break up cat fights. She does also likes to chase the cats, but only when they ask her to and only as far as they let her.

“Everybody wants to be a cat, because a cat’s the only cat, who knows where its at.” – Thomas O’Malley, Aristocats

Whatcha got?

Izzy (cat) between Griffin (dog) and Missy (IAB dog)

My animals usually follow me around the kitchen, but not usually three at once. Izzy seemed curious about the fuss over fallen cheese. She was not impressed.

Gotcha

Short haired black cat

This beautiful black cat has been evading capture for over a year. I finally caught it with a can of sardines. When not actively trapping, I would leave the trap open with a can of sardines inside. When I came back, the sardines would be gone, so I’d set the trap (I use a pull stick on a string rather than the trap mechanism), and wait. And wait. And wait. It circled five times, with three partial entries before it made the commitment to go for the tin in the back. This was only after our neighbor withheld food in the morning. I’ve used the neutral pronoun because I was convinced at the time of catching that this cat was male. Nope. The TNR papers declared her female, and not pregnant.

I did not get the unfixed calico also evading the trap. I’m going to have to get more creative with that one.

I have learned that listening to audio books during stake out helps pass the time. I use headphones so the sound doesn’t carry. If I do any crafty thing, they see my movement in the car and shy away.