Ginger Tom and proud... not anymore!

This guys has been 2 months in the catching, in Methley. His feeder rang and asked us to catch him as he was getting into all sorts of scraps and coming home battered and bruised. I organised to drop a trap off and we would set it up in the garage to try and catch him on a morning and then get him to the vets. As usual, his routine of turning up for feeding was erratic and when he did, he was shy of the trap.

He then started coming round on an evening and it was agreed we'd try then... no joy. Finally the week before last I got a frantic call around 9am to say he'd been trapped. As luck would have it the vets couldn't take him that day as they were full, so I arranged to collect him and keep him in the trap in my cellar till next morning when the vets could take him in. This was unusual, but there was no way we were going to be able to let him go and then re-trap him. I had a spare trap which I managed to attach to the one he was in, so he at least had the run of two trap lengths, plus food and a litter tray for his stay.

Anyway, next morning he was none the worse for being in stir for 24 hours, if a bit grumpy. He was snipped and back at his 'home' a day later, looking like he hadn't a care in the world, eating ham from his feeder's hand!