First rule: It Can't Be Done
Oh, brother. This morning I was holding Little Bug and walked outside. He seized the moment and pushed off and out of my arms and beat a path out of the yard and up the hill. So much for that.
Then Bob-B, wearing his cone, somehow got out the cat door and was gone.
Tonight, we got all of them back except for Little Bug. We are going to try and trap him again with the Have-a-Heart trap. Sigh.
No comments:
Post a Comment