After having the cute little visitor on my porch, I decided to lure the kitty into a better life. Since I was feeling too impatient to keep leaving out food to gain trust as I did with the tortie from a couple years ago because it didn’t work out and I’ve never seen her again, Jennifer loaned me her trap. A-doy! I should’ve been using this sooner!
We set it up before going to dinner last night and drinks. Upon return it had captured…a possum. The poor thing was freaking out. It knocked over the food and crapped a couple times in the trap. There was nothing to fear, we easily released it back into the yard. Then I tried again. This morning as you can see via the movie, jackpot…sort of. This isn’t the brownish/tan kitty who came by last week, it’s a bigger, meaner gray kitty. Boy is it pissed to be stuck in its situation. It needs medical attention soon as you may notice one of its front paws is badly injured. From the appearance of the cut, lack of fur, I’d guess this cat was in a nasty fight.
The kitty’s interim name is Dusty in honor of the late ZZ Top singer/bassist Dusty Hill. Dusty is also an excellent unisex name. The creature hisses, growls and climbs around too much for me to get an accurate assessment its sex. Given the level of hostility and face, I’m going on a ledge to say male. Female kitties have been more cooperative in my life. Males just want to fight everybody until you earn their trust. Case in point, Agamemnon.
I will call my vet hospital tomorrow to get Dusty an appointment ASAP. Wish me luck in turning Dusty’s life around. Being a domestic cat is a better fate than what awaits wandering in my neighborhood.