Guess Who is Back in a Trap?

If you guessed Titus, you'd be right.

The garage ghost cat, the escapee, the cat who is good with his paws. 

I can't recall now when exactly I went out to find an empty trap he was supposed to be in, one morning.   It was so hot, I remember, because I raced back from McMinnville, after taking cats to the clinic (he was supposed to be among them) and spent hours tearing apart the garage looking for him.

Anyhow, I put his girlfriends empty trap, with paper she'd peed on, out in front of the garage door last night.  She's the torti from the Bellinger colony fixed yesterday.  When I went into the garage later, I caught a glimpse of him, in the rafters and quickly closed up the garage. 

I put the trap I'd had set for him, constantly, against the cat door exit, hoping he'd dash for the exit through the trap but he didn't.

A little later I opened the kitchen door to the garage, and he was right there and about to run hide again, when I said "Titus, hey!"  He stopped and stared at me, for a moment, then came right to me.  He wanted picked up, held, petted.  Ok. 

Anyhow, I put him in a trap.  I would have let him spend the night with his girlfriend in the  bathroom recuperating from surgery before I took her back up to the Bellinger colony, but she would have hated that.

Tomorrow Titus will be fixed and finally go home.