He was so easy to trap. In fact, he kept setting the trap off by rubbing on it lovingly before he even got in it. I basically had to give him a push in there. He continued eating his treat/bait and then realized what had happened. He wasn't happy.
He was so heavy when I picked up the trap, I couldn't believe it. It was a long, staggered walk to the car for me.
|Clinton in the trap in the back of my car, he's not happy|
I took him in on Thursday and picked him up on Friday. The vet gave him a very expensive long lasting antibiotic that appears to have helped him a lot. His breathing is not nearly so rough and wet. Also, he had been drooling a lot, and the vet found something lodged in his teeth which she removed. He is not drooling anymore. It was probably a fish bone, because a fisherman puts out fresh fish for the cats at Sandra's, and I still see him there on occasion.
|Loaded up to go to the vets with two cats, Clinton is in back|
|Starlight had to go in, too|
At the vets
The vet also said he was huge. She said he weighed over 9 kilos. Well, no wonder I could barely pick him up. The traps are quite heavy just by themselves.
When I released him the first thing he did was get his bearings. Then he headed straight to the hill to take a very, very long peepee. I felt so sorry for him that he had been holding it. He never sprayed once in the trap or in my car. He was the most respectful male cat I have ever trapped.
|Clinton on the hill just before I released him. That's Strike coming to take a look at the food I brought.|
|Clinton gets his bearings|
|Clinton had to peepee really bad. So he did that for a long time :( Poor guy.|
Then he sauntered back over...
and had a snack
then he went and made biscuits like he always does after he eats :)
|It was starting to get dark|
It was time to say goodbye for the night.
Greyboy walked me to my car.
I hope this will take some stress off him, and he will be able to live a long life there at the park. Godspeed, Clinton. Thank you.
|Thanks, Clinton. I love you.|