Karbon Kounty Moos

I’ve been setting a live trap every night the last week or so. Every morning it has been tripped and tipped over, but I haven’t caught the raiders. They’ve been wreaking havoc with the bird feeders. Seconds after letting the dogs out this morning, the raucous lawn party began. By the time I made it to the front yard they were attacking and rolling the cage. The big tom wasn’t thrilled with the new turn of events. Ty had a collar that I was able to grab. He was put on the porch. Lucky wasn’t wearing her collar, I had taken it off last night while scratching her neck. The old girl was having so much fun I couldn’t get anywhere near her. Somehow, I caught Sugar. I was making a lot more noise than any of the animals. I’m not sure why I bother, no one pays any attention to me. Finally, I got Lucky on the porch, too. There was a stick involved.

For the fun part I donned a pair of leather gloves. The trap is so mangled I couldn’t get the door to stay open. Tom was very vocal in his displeasure. I was holding the door open for him, but he didn’t trust me. What a surprise. He insisted on facing the back of the cage. I had to hold the cage door open and get him turned around. The third time was a charm.

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