A new menace moved into our neighborhood yesterday.
Remember our tomcat Barron?
Little half-grown kitten I rescued 2 years ago in the median strip of a local highway.
He’s our cat.
No longer lives in the house with us. Just comes scratching @ the door in the evenings for a few minutes of snuggling, then he heads back outside.
He does this almost every night. Loves to have his cheeks scratched.
Heck, there are many days, where I have found him waiting for me when I get home from work. I’d swear he is part dog.
I grew up with cats on the farm. Never, ever had one with his kind of temperament.
Got a call yesterday from our neighbor to the West.
Said two young guys and a girl in a black SUV were out setting traps in the ditch for raccoon just west of our place. She told them both her and our cat liked to hunt in that ditch.
They just scoffed at her.
I went out after she and I talked to see if I could find the traps. It looked like they didn’t put a trap on our side of the road, but did set one right across. My first impulse was to take it (the trap) but after calling a friend who is a retired conservation board member, he said, as long as the traps are in the ditch, and not on our ground, they are 100% legal, and I would be in the wrong.
My best plan would be to talk to the boys and ask them to remove it, but that would be entirely up to them.
I keep thinking about that trap being a metaphor.
Stay tuned. DM