And all through the house, not a creature was…
Opps, well actually, there was this soft rustling noise coming from the (formerly) clean laundry in the bedroom, at about 3 am.
And finally a pink, decidedly non-feline, snout came out.
And he refused to be prodded out of the house with the broom either.
(Well, it was cold and wet out there.)
So I went and got the have-a-heart trap, baited it with catfood, and shut him in the bedroom with it.
And in the morning we had this:
Stick his jaw through the mesh, and rotate him 90 degrees, until it jams, and catches on his teeth.
Evidently he was trying to chew his way out.
I tried to prod him enough to free his jaw, but he wasn't cooperative.
Finally I had to call in Animal Services to come and free him.
At that point he was utterly stressed, so they took him away to recover.
But don't worry.
State law apparently says they have to return him to the exact place they picked him up.
He'll be back.