Catching Little Bit - the Cantankerous Cat

2005 Story Set

Date: Nov 14, 2005
      Sitting in my near-empty house (a TV and a folding camping chair and in the other room - my old bed are left) -- last night --- I was watching Little Bit (outdoors since LAST October - 2004 - when John went in for the fatal chemo).
      She was meowing at Ranger who was yowling back. They play this annoying game a lot. She comes in the house - about 2 feet - and runs back out. Humans are not allowed to touch her. But you must feed her. I don't put out water - but she knows where it is for the dog.
     
      I had been debating calling Furry Friends to get a trap set for months.
     
      She comes in the door tonight --- 1-2 feet --- and wanders back out. If I so much as twitch - she runs off. I can clear my throat, shift in the chair, swing my foot, raise my hand. Poof!
     
      ALL DAY I was opening the door - chasing Ranger off the open door and watching her dance in and out.
      Occasionally I would shut the door and ignore her for a bit. Loading the truck (down to bits and bobs) was fun. She would run up, I would step out, she would run off. Fast little sucker.
     
      Now I sat and waited. All the time in the world.
     
      She came in ---- out --- and then came in and ran down the side wall near me ---
      I must have breathed - out she danced. (She is thin, trim, and smaller than Ranger, a big poof-ball.)
     
      Then - she blew it - she pranced in to the OTHER wall across the room to nuzzle Ranger and I dove for the sliding door.
      HA!!!
     
      She went BEZERK!!!
     
      She tried to claw the glass door open.
     
      ha ha ha ha ha.
     
      THERE IS NO PLACE TO HIDE - save the seat of the bar stools I fetched back from storage.
     
      So I chased her about - then - when she slunk down mewing at me - I pet her and walked away.
      Drove her NUTS.
     
      I did this a few times.
     
      This morning - ha ha - I CAUGHT her on the stool and shoved her into her carrier - which I have reinforced with packing tape.
      Lots of.
     
      Wail, piss and moan.
     
      Ranger - alert to this activity - went bonkers - but was also easily caught (The sight of his carrier makes him hide. Hates baths too.)
      I have to go into the bathroom and close the door before dumping him butt-end first into the cage.
      Ranger has been flopping on his back and dragging himself on the carpet with his claws for days.
      Oh ho.
     
      So ---- I got gas for the drive to San Diego - got their claws trimmed (both of them) and headed for the vet for transfer papers, grabbed a Starbucks, and hit the road by 10AM.
     
      I had asked the vet - how to shut up the cats - which had now yowled and meowed for an HOUR.
     
      They are riding in the passenger seat. My plan to sit cages in a litter pan didn't work - so I put garbage bags on the seat as a new slip cover. They are stacked. And belted in.)
     
      I didn't have time to wait for an appt and a tranquilizer.
     
      Fortunately - they shut up after an hour or two.
     
      Probably the radio on full volume and the window open.
     
      I go back for the dog Wednesday.
     
      House cleaners already on the way in. My contractor called when I was heading out of LA.
     
      This trip was to carry John's Silver Dragon (still in its packing box - he was saving it for San Diego) and his art things.
      Misc stuff.
      Full load.
      No room for dog carrier.
     
      Trim spends all day running from window to window - no curtains - going to paint. I will dress house after painting.
      Why I need drapery!!!! (Well, one reason.)
      PEEPING TOM DOG.
     
      Cats - who woke up every stop I made for coffee and gas - are in the small downstairs bathroom in San Deigo.
      Tomorrow I must rehang doors.
      And fetch some new ones.
      Can't let them get out down here although I haven't heard the coyotes howl lately. We also have Bobcats, Eagles, rattlesnakes. I live on a canyon.
      Ranger hissed and spit - tried to open the bathroom door (he does that).
      Little Bit stayed in her carrier.
     
      Funny to drive watching sleepy cats bouncing heads like those wobble dolls.
     
      I will unload car tomorrow - see about new doors or hang old ones.
      I do not sleep with cats!!!

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