Apr. 17th, 2017

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New Kitty, now tentatively known as Ceiling Cat, has gotten up into the basement drop ceiling and refuses to come down.  She sneaks down at night to eat and use the litter box, but that's it.  We can't get to her--she retreats to the plastered ceiling over Aran's room or over the bathroom, where there are no drop tiles to pop. 

This is getting serious.  Ceiling Cat clearly intends to stay up there forever.  Up there, she has no way to acclimate to us or the rest of the house, and since she has food and litter, she has no reason to overcome her shyness.  I think she would live up there for the rest of her life if we let her.

I thought about this long and hard.  Then it occurred to me that I've run into this problem before, more or less.  Back when I was renting a townhouse, we got a raccoon in the attic crawlspace.  The landlord called a critter removal company, who came out and set humane traps for the animal.  Within a few hours, the raccoon was trapped in the cage and whisked away.  Why not do the same thing for a cat?

And I also thought, why hire a company?  The humane traps can't be that hard to use.  Why not buy one and trap the cat myself?

A bit of web searching turned up the fact that my local hardware store does indeed sell humane cage traps for less than $50.  The raccoon size would do nicely.  I popped out and bought one, assembled it with minimal fuss, and put it in the basement with Ceiling Cat's food dish in the bait section:



Now we wait . . .


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This morning when I went downstairs to check the animal trap, the door was shut and a pissed-off Ceiling Cat crouched inside.  The bait bowl was flipped upside-down, so I'm guessing there was a frantic moment when the door snapped shut.

She yowled all the way upstairs to the bathroom.  I shut the bathroom door, set the cage in the tub, and opened it. 

Ceiling Cat eeled out of the trap and zipped around the bathroom, looking for an escape route.  She spotted the window and jumped straight at it, expecting to go through.  BOP!  That confused her mightily.  Then she dove in the sink and curled up.

I petted her for a while, and she finally decided that was all right.  I had to leave for work.

Later, when I got home, I found her still curled up in the sink.  I petted her again, and she finally started to purr.  Then I scratched her back.  This she liked quite a lot.  She licked my hand, and batted at me when I tried to stop.  Eventually I had to leave her again.  When I came back, she was hiding in the litter box.  Ew!

The plan is to keep her in there for at least a week.

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