That Darn Cat

Remember the old Disney classic with Dean Jones and Hayley Mills about a cat that prowled at night. Well, if they ever make a remake, I nominate our cat for the starring role.

The battle to capture the elusive feline is not an easy war to wage. Tux is the ultimate nocturnal warrior. Every night this week, she has been out crying, meowing, screeching to the point that it is disrupting our sleep and more importantly, the B & B guests. Our latest plan was to stay in the downstairs Creekside room and try to entice her in with tuna. Once confined to a small space we would put her in the crate and return her to the Cat Man before our trial period expired. We almost succeeded.

Friday night Dave lured her in to the room, picked her up and was actually petting her. The flaw in the plan was not having the crate in the room. By the time he walked the 50 yards to the house, she had clawed and bit him to the extent that he was bleeding in several places. Needless to say, he dropped the cat and she wandered off again into the darkness.
Bandaged and tired he returned to our bed while I took the 3am watch in the Creekside room. Not long, the cat began her guttural growl but I could not convince her to come anywhere near me.

The next morning Dave spent a couple of hours at the local Urgent Care facility where he got the obligatory Tetanus shot, prescription for antibiotics as infection had already set in and the sage advice to wear gloves the next time he goes cat hunting.

We tried again last night, better prepared with gloves, cage and tuna in place without success. We are tired, cranky, wounded and going to go pick up a "Have a Heart" trap. She may be winning for now but her days are definitely numbered at the Teckman B&B.