Possibly the best thing the Wayans Bros. Clan have done was this movie.Wednesday night, I set the trap again. As I was leaving for work the next morning, the trap was sprung but no cat. But I heard a cat in the bushes, so I set it again (with low expectations).
Aliyah took the day off for Jewish New Year's Day. She called me about an hour later as she was leaving for services. Success! I asked her to put the male in the back yard and I'd take him to Century Vet during my lunch hour.
I came home to this surprise:
This is not the male. This is a cat I hadn't seen before. Judging from this picture, it may have also been a vampire. My arch-nemesis had outwitted me again. But, what the heck, I grabbed some garlic cloves and holy water and went to Century Vet anyway.
Stephanie was there. She took one look at my vampire-cat and said "That's a girl. And I think that's someone's pet." Regardless, owners are responsible for fixing their pets and keeping them from roaming. Stephanie took her. A couple of her co-workers remembered me from my last time there and asked about my new catch. We all agreed it was much more fun to cut off the gonads of a pet than a stray.
Jennifer told me that the females are probably happier once they are fixed because they don't have sex on the brain all the time. Having been a thirteen year old boy at one time, I could relate.
Stephanie released her on my porch that night while Aliyah and I were out living the Hollywood party scene. We went to the NextFest, which is a grade school science fair for adults. I fought a virtual Arnold Schwartzeneger, walked inside a human sized gerbil wheel, and almost managed to get a ping pong ball in an innocent bystander's martini.
I actually saw Cat #2 the following morning. She was aloof for some reason. My best guess as to why is because she's a cat.
Jennifer is fairly sure that even though I haven't seen him since that night, the male will come back. Stephanie's co-workers thought that now that his girlfriend is of no use to him, he's long gone. Somewhere in here is a mildly interesting sociological study of how people I know project their own life experiences on to the behavior of my arch-nemesis.
BREAKING NEWS:
As I am sitting here writing this, this happened:
This one is smaller but has the same coloring as Cat #2. Probably related. I think I'll call it Cat #3.
What is going on? Jennifer warned me that 2 cats turn into many quickly. I'm pretty sure that we'd have fewer cats if everyone just followed the rules for owning Gizmo (don't get them wet, don't feed them after midnight, and don't let them do sequels with Hulk Hogan).
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