Post by debster on Jan 31, 2008 10:48:48 GMT -5
okay shane, you were right. here it is.
so last night shane came over for couple of drinks, shoot some pool, shoot the shit.... just hanging out. we go down to the game room (which i haven't been in for so long i almost forgot how to get there), open the door and voila! poop on the inside doormat. not one pile, multiple piles. lots and lots of poo. and not just poo, but fur all over the table, things knocked over, broken glass on the floor... hell, even one of the shelve braces for setting drinks on had been bent almost in half. we poked and prodded around looking for the culprit for a few minutes with no luck, and i was pretty sure it was just some random animal, but one strong (or heavy) enough to bend steel shelf braces? i was walking up to the house to get fred when i heard shane yelling "what the fuck is that?!?!?" screamed like a little girl, i swear to god it was hillarious.
anyways (sorry shane, hahaha), turns out the "beast" shane was yelling about was a cat. not a cougar or panther, just a ferrell cat. don't think it was to start with since i saw a lost cat sign on a telephone pole in our neighborhood, but that was about a month or so ago so by now... eh, it's a little stir crazy.
guess it's been there for awhile? but my question is, after opening the garage door, poking, prodding, making loud noise, etc.. i can't get this damn cat out. and if it shits on my pool table i'm borrowing jon's gun. i left the door open last night but i think the little bastard has gotten comfortable in there. any "humane" ideas before i do something really mean?
(oh and shane thinks this bad assed kitty ran off the grizzley that bent the shelf, i think the little bastard that was coming into my garage found a new place to play.)
so last night shane came over for couple of drinks, shoot some pool, shoot the shit.... just hanging out. we go down to the game room (which i haven't been in for so long i almost forgot how to get there), open the door and voila! poop on the inside doormat. not one pile, multiple piles. lots and lots of poo. and not just poo, but fur all over the table, things knocked over, broken glass on the floor... hell, even one of the shelve braces for setting drinks on had been bent almost in half. we poked and prodded around looking for the culprit for a few minutes with no luck, and i was pretty sure it was just some random animal, but one strong (or heavy) enough to bend steel shelf braces? i was walking up to the house to get fred when i heard shane yelling "what the fuck is that?!?!?" screamed like a little girl, i swear to god it was hillarious.
anyways (sorry shane, hahaha), turns out the "beast" shane was yelling about was a cat. not a cougar or panther, just a ferrell cat. don't think it was to start with since i saw a lost cat sign on a telephone pole in our neighborhood, but that was about a month or so ago so by now... eh, it's a little stir crazy.
guess it's been there for awhile? but my question is, after opening the garage door, poking, prodding, making loud noise, etc.. i can't get this damn cat out. and if it shits on my pool table i'm borrowing jon's gun. i left the door open last night but i think the little bastard has gotten comfortable in there. any "humane" ideas before i do something really mean?
(oh and shane thinks this bad assed kitty ran off the grizzley that bent the shelf, i think the little bastard that was coming into my garage found a new place to play.)