|Fried fish as bait|
Today, I tried again. This time, I set up the trap nearer to where he likes to take his afternoon siestas. When he finally emerged (I was hiding in the drain), he took a look at the trap, then he spotted me, and gave me a look of disbelief. "You actually expect me to be that dumb as to enter the trap AGAIN? What do you think I am? An idiot?". Sigh.
|Mr White Stray's siesta spot...a few houses away|
|Setting the trap near his siesta spot|
As I was grooming Whisky, I received a phone call. It was my neighbour! She GOT him! She got scratched when she shoved him into the carrier, but she GOT HIM! I went over to pick him up and his neutering appointment has been set for tomorrow at 10am. We'll get him treated for mange (if he has it) and I'll keep him for a few days before releasing him.
|Mr White Stray is VERY angry|
|LET ME OUT, YOU EVIL WOMAN!|