The Neez has one week of manliness left.
He’s got an appointment to be neutered, vaccinated, tested for FIV/FELV, eartipped and even microchipped next Friday. My cohort was thinking he could pick him up and put him in the humane trap instead of us having to freak him out by having that metal door slam down. But in recent discussions, he’s realized that if he doesn’t do a perfect maneuver the first time, we’ll never get the guy in the trap at all (and I know this personally, since Sparky about ripped my arm off when I tried this approach a few years back when we wanted to get him microchipped). So as of now, at least, we’re going to lure him in with food and trap him. The problem is, he’s not supposed to eat for 12 hours before the surgery—so we’ll have to yoink the food right out after it lures him in. Please cross your appendages for us.
And don’t let the innocent demeanor in that pic fool you. He’s just resting in between batting down my peppers. He’s ripped down several. Little hellion.