Charlie

The moral of the story is
don't fuck with the Hawk-man
'cause the Hawk-man
ain't down with eye-for-an-eye bullshit
Fuck that, you take an eye
And I'll take your mother fucking head

- All My Shootings be Drivebys by MC Hawking

I already told you that a neighborhood cat killed Bixby, Yummy's little bird. Either a stray cat colony expanded into our area or a cat moved in and had kittens to start a new colony, the point is there's suddenly a lot more cats.

The cats aren't all bad. Having one colony helps prevent other stray cats from invading the area. They keep the mouse and rat population down. But they also spray stuff and fight.

So, Yummy did some research and found that the Humane Society has a free Spay and Neuter Clinic once a month. So Yummy borrowed a couple of live traps from them and brought a raccoon trap that her dad has. We set them up behind my house Saturday night with some tuna as bait. Sure enough, it wasn't long before a clatter of metal told us that we had something.

Yummy called it Charlie.

Sunday we took Charlie to the Spay and Neuter Clinic Sunday morning. A few hours later we picked up a heavily stoned cat. Awake, but moving very little. It stayed in the cage on the back deck overnight. The picture above was taken less than a minute before Yummy released it.

So there's one less cat spraying the neighborhood. One less cat fathering kittens. One less cat picking fights in the middle of the night. And Yummy is one cat closer to getting payback for what they did to her baby birdy.