The smaller trap is set. In the meantime, after much talking to the cat over the last 3 days, it actually let me see its face tonight. It's just a baby. Maybe 10-12 weeks?
And here I was feeling put-upon for having to catch ten wee peeps that were born of a hen I thought escaped and dead.
Congratulations. A round of applause for the effort and a beer for the commitment. If you want one.
You thought Jeremy was escaping to look for lovin'. He was, in fact, putting up tiny little flyers to tell all the lost and in-need-of-love animals how to get to your place.
