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More furry home invaders
Feb. 16th, 2012 02:01 pmWe've had a number of large tomcats circling the close this year; I think the oldest and crustiest is losing his control in the face of new incomers. One is a very attractive ginger spiral tabby - attractive on the outside, anyway.
But when you come home to find him in your living room....he's not nearly as cute. We'd caught him in the act of housebreaking via the catflap, and he'd been there long enough to leave a musky smell of tom behind (not the marking-territory-piss smell, just musk).
Even less cute is the snarling spitting snapping raging furbag of claws and teeth that Robert grasped with a welding glove (just back from fencing practice) and carried out by the scruff, at the end of his long arm, and flung firmly into the close.
Poor Harley was well out of her league though she made a valiant defense, and she spent the next hour creeping and skulking around the flat, checking the living room window as if expecting him to appear in it any time. She didn't want to nestle in bed but preferred to lurk on the stairs keeping watch, and only retired an hour after bedtime.
Our vet has said we can bring in nuisance toms to be neutered - it's a free service, because they are a pest, and east London is overrun with unwanted cats. Next time we catch him, he's going straight into the carrier. He can sit and spit outside all night.
But when you come home to find him in your living room....he's not nearly as cute. We'd caught him in the act of housebreaking via the catflap, and he'd been there long enough to leave a musky smell of tom behind (not the marking-territory-piss smell, just musk).
Even less cute is the snarling spitting snapping raging furbag of claws and teeth that Robert grasped with a welding glove (just back from fencing practice) and carried out by the scruff, at the end of his long arm, and flung firmly into the close.
Poor Harley was well out of her league though she made a valiant defense, and she spent the next hour creeping and skulking around the flat, checking the living room window as if expecting him to appear in it any time. She didn't want to nestle in bed but preferred to lurk on the stairs keeping watch, and only retired an hour after bedtime.
Our vet has said we can bring in nuisance toms to be neutered - it's a free service, because they are a pest, and east London is overrun with unwanted cats. Next time we catch him, he's going straight into the carrier. He can sit and spit outside all night.
