The hairy little booger....

is alluding me.
Screen..what am I going to do with you? Living up there in your penthouse....pooping in your penthouse!

I went to domestic animal services this weekend and they let me borrow a {humane} cat trap to catch the little booger. They said after I caught it, to call and they would come and pick it up.....and I had to ask: What will you do with it? Will it be adopted?
The reply? No,  'Mrs. optimistic who wants to save the world', most likely it would be euthanized.
She didn't actually say that...but I know she was thinking it!

Oy. My heart. My big palpitating heart dropped. I wish nothing bad for this little guy/gal. And I can't live with myself if this were the outcome. Yes, I am pro-choice....but this kitty wasn't given a choice.

I spoke with a volunteer group who specializes in feral cats. They were so appreciative of my efforts and of feeding it...but they have NO room for anymore cats.

So, I had another plan. Use the trap, catch the little squatter, take him to a vet who will spay/neuter it for $50 bucks. They do this to keep the feral cat population to a minimum. Its a brilliant idea.

Yeah, brilliant, if the squatter actually makes the trap close. Screen ate the tuna {albacore in spring water no less}
But the trap did not close. Perhaps Screen is TOO small..weighs too little?

{I closed the trap prior to a certain boxer getting it's head stuck trying to find some tuna remnants!}

I dreamt last night that I caught Screen, and as I approached the trap, Scree turned into a full grown woman who was feral. Yeah, I had my hands full with her too...talk about a hot mess!