On Saturday, I headed up to the barn cat farm. I needed to pick up a couple of carriers, plus I wanted to work on some traps that had malfunctioned Wednesday night. Oh, and I stopped by the house where the guy who pushed me up the hill lives and dropped off some cupcakes as thanks. No one was home, so I left them on the porch with a note. I was discussing him with the farm owner, and in the "it's a really, really, REALLY small world" category, it turns out that he's the father of one of the young women I clean with at the adoption center!
I also brought along some catnip toys, so the cats would know that I wasn't ALL bad:
This guy was GETTIN' it:
These guys, however, weren't falling for it:
This girl has already been spayed, but EVERY TIME we bait traps, she's first in line to be caught. On Wednesday night, I had to literally SHAKE her out of one of the traps, she was so determined to get that mackerel. And on Saturday, as soon as the traps came out, she was right there:
All traps are now functioning as designed:
And I had to take more pictures of this lovely girl:
She sure is a beauty.