You know the old saying from the Wide World of Sports, the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat, well yesterday was all victory.
Pseudo, who had the injured paw, came back to the colony with his bandage that was supposed to come off still on and after a week it was still there so Steve and I got out the drop trap yesterday afternoon. Boom, 3 minutes in, Pseudo went under and we had him. He's back at the vet's, may need to stay a few days, he seems to have ripped out a suture or something.
And last night we renewed our efforts to catch Buddy. At 9 p.m. we saw him go in the trap, but he outsmarted us, just licked the trail of Fancy Feast leading in. I went to bed in preparation for the 5 a.m. shift and Steve put nice stinky sardines only at the back of the trap, no trail leading in. I guess by night five Buddy was getting hungry because at 11:15 I was awakened by Steve's victory call.
Buddy was home again safe and sound. He came out of the trap as though nothing had happened, purring, friendly, ready to play and eat.
I'm very grateful that's the end of Buddy's big adventure. We'd really better watch that door now!