Even with all the warfarin in my system.
They are starting on the roof.
Tomorrow morning the tear-off people will turn up at 8am.
Then all week with putting the new one on.
My thought is that the feral and semi-feral backyard population will not be happy with this.
So I have been getting them in today.
Habeeb and Doc are simple.
Sisko is out there somewhere napping, but will come in for dinner.
Wolfie took two tries, but I lured him with new fishy fud and just stashed him inside the back door.
Those are the easy ones.
Albert the Orange has been coming in to steal food for months, and cleverly hiding from us under the stove and in the laundry room
So I just brought in all the outside food, and then snuck around and closed the kitchen door on him.
He’s in the laundry room with Wolfie, the pair of them thinking Dark Thoughts at me.
Sextus was the first one I tried to get, though, and he’s still evading capture.
I’ve been able to pat him since he moved out back.
So I thought I could pick him up.
Hence the title.
The little creep is now out back in the bushes bein all feral on his lonesome.
I’m not quite cross enough to let him just cope with the roofers.
But I’m somewhat punctured and annoyed at this point.
So I’ve set the have-a-heart trap out there, baited with tuna.
I expect I’ll spend the afternoon catching the little black tom who’s been hanging around.
(I’m hoping he lives next door, where they appear to have a number of black cats.)
But Sextus missed breakfast because the black cat gave him the evil eye, so he’s probably hungry.
I have to go out around 6, so I’m hoping he’ll make a mistake by then.
But not betting on it – he’s clever in a sneaky cat sort of way.