Ginga has had a long standing appointment with the vet because I am not to keen on having a wild tom cat roaming around. So far he has managed to miss every appointment, his distant relationship to the great Houdini combined with special forces training enabling him to escape and elude every attempt at capture. This time with a fairly nasty injury I was determined to prevail. I alerted the vet, borrowed a cat trap and sacrificed a tin of juicy sardines to the cause. Then with the trap set and baited I sat down to wait.
Hedgehogs like sardines - I know this because I caught 4 of them the first night. Ginga loves sardines, but I didn't see him at all! To cut a long story short, after 3 days and nights of catching everything but Ginga I gave up and gave the trap back. The moment the trap was removed from my deck Ginga came back, but this time to my utter horror where his foot was previously swollen and sore looking two of his toes were missing, but he was more hungry than worried about his paw. He is one tough cat!
A week later I have given up on the idea of catching Ginga in a trap. The wound on his paw is healing and while he favours his leg he can still climb trees to escape my marauding goats. One day soon my sister (who is much better at wrangling animals than I am) will come over and help net him, hopefully he can stay out of trouble until then!
In early 2012 Penny & Nairn moved from central Wellington to South Westland. Welcome to the record of their adventures.