Spook is still AWOL

and I'm becoming concerned.

Chills showed up today, almost walked into the trap, a dad with little kids walked by, Chills ran across the street and was only just inches away from being hit by a car.

That's all for now. I used up all my commas in the preceding sentence.

Did they move to a better neighborhood?

This morning marks day 3 of no cats. Not even Spook.

What gives?

But on the brighter side

Spook is doing great. His coat is velvety. He's made tons of new friends, like backyard neighbor Mary who feeds him too.

Yesterday I saw Silver, but he takes off when he sees me. He looked big and surly as ever. I hope he's getting fed. Once he figures out he can't be castrated twice, I think we'll be fine.

No show Jones

I've decided that Chills has a last name and it's Jones. As in George "No Show" Jones.

A few years ago, at a Loretta Lynn concert, I think at the Fair, she came on the stage really, really sick.

But being a true-country super diety, she soldiered on and put on a really good show. At one point, she apologized for not sounding as good as she'd like to and said "It's better'n no show Jones, ain it?"

So Chills is not around. Every time I think I have this figured out, it turns out not to be so.

And dear god, I'll never forget what from now on will be referred to as the "Night of the Possum."

Like "Night of the Iguana," but without the booze. That's it! I need to go drink shots.

Great. These dam cats have turned me into a Tennessee Williams character

The Cat Trap Game

This morning Chills was out front meowing for food.

So I got the trap and sat there -- this is at 6:30 am, mind you -- trying to get him to follow the food into the trap. He did go in, but not far enough.

Senior cat trapper Dennis made some suggestions that I will try tomorrow morning.

I've realized that with this one, it's pointless to leave the trap over night because that would only result in feeding the obese possum again.

Wish me luck.

It's hard to believe...

...that this is the same cat who tried to cause utter mayhem and bodily damage at the vet yesterday.

But here she is from this morning, doing what she does best.

Dr. Shelley said she looks like a Himalayan.

Thanks again to the All Feline Hospital.

Ultra Violent goes "red zone"

If you're a "Dog Whisperer" fan, then you know that's what they call a dog on a killing rampage.

Well, today it was U.V.'s turn.

The very brave Dr. Knudsen gave her shots and checked her while a vet tech in protective leather gloves held on. I'm sorry I didn't get the tech's name. I was too busy cowering in the corner to ask questions as my cat tried to eviscerate everyone in the room . Ay carumba. U.V. lived up to her name today.