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Well, the trapping is finally finished. I now have the feral cat family that I wanted. (for better or for worse)
Those of you who are friended to me on FB know of the trials and tribulations I've been going through recently. Next-door neighbor hiring an illegal unlicensed person to come onto MY private property against my will and against the law and against our city statutes to trap the feral cats that I've been trying to catch and keep and tame. Neighbor not only illegally hired an illegal trapper (BIG no-no in NJ) but tells the trapper that I will pay her for her illegal activities on my private property against my will! I hated to do this to a 95-yr-old woman, but she left me no choice... (I sat down and tried to tell her what she was getting herself into, and then I got our other neighbor to sit down and explain it to her, and then we got our municipal Animal Control Officer to explain it to her and then he got our municipal Health Officer to sit down and explain it to her... and then I told it to her adult son who is my own age, and then my neighbor told her son, and then our Animal Control Officer sent her son an official letter, and then our Health Officer sent her son a similar letter - but the old woman wouldn't listen to any of us and she left me no choice but to defend myself and my property against illegal criminal trespassers) so I brought down the full extend of the law on my next-door neighbor. I first warned the trapper: she ignored me. So I called the police and our Animal Control Officer. Animal Control Officer and our Health Officer arrived just ahead of the police. I already had the trapper broad under my shotgun. I was hoping she'd make a dangerous move so I could shoot her... but she didn't, so I couldn't. I put up my shotgun. The police handcuffed her. The Animal Control and Health Officers first hit her with their summonses - they can write expensive summonses that the police can't. She couldn't get it through her head that the difference between MY trapping and HER trapping was that (1) it was on MY private property, which she has no rights on/to, and (2) I was working with my duly authorized Animal Control Officer - who carries what is known as a BADGE and is duly authorized by our municipal statute as THE SOLE authorized person to trap or remove any animals within the borders of our city... ergo, I was working within the law, and she was working illegally. I went inside and (at the request of all LEOs) called the Division of Fish, Game & Wildlife down in Trenton, reporting an illegal trapper illegally trapping nongame species. Back in the early 1990s, I sat on Fish, Game & Wildlife, and they still remember me - some of them - and they sent me a warden right away from North Jersey. The police took her off to the police station to process this b* for criminal trespass. The warden arrived and went with me to the police station before they finished processing the trapper woman and before she could post bail... so the FG&W warden smacked her with some VERY expensive state fines and a summons for a trial. She STILL couldn't understand the difference between ME on MY private property working within the law and HER working ILLEGALLY!! Nor did she grasp the severity of the trouble she was in... she waived her rights to a lawyer and gave (truly moronic) statements to all Law enforcement agents. Meanwhile, my next-door neighbor bought herself TONS of trouble, since she hired this illegal trapper to unlawfully come onto MY private property to trap illegally. Sadly - since she is 95 years old - she is going to lose A LOT of money defending herself in at least 2 or 3 Courts of Law before this is all done. Not to mention even more money if I decide to sue her in chancery court... (not that she can't afford it, she's got plenty)
So, I decided it best to step up the trapping of these feral cats that I want so badly... the father and mother cats of the feral kittens, Nike, Midnight, and Tiger Mac... that I have been trying to semi-tame and capture for 7 months now. So we put out a dozen traps all along my property's rear perimeter on Thursday morning. We trapped Big Velvet and Little Velvet (now Velveteen). No other cats. Friday, we tried trapping again. It was SO COLD, I had to go out and check all of the traps every 45 minutes! It was too darn cold to leave a cat out in a box trap for longer than about 30-40 minutes. BAM! We got the mama cat, Blackie. All day long, all afternoon long... no more cats. Cobbie had gone to ground in the freezing cold and snowshowers we had. But he was alone out there, now, and cold without other cats to huddle with, and he needed more food to keep shivering to stay warm. He cam scratching at the back door for more food at dusk! So we set up some of the traps and waited 10 minutes... 15 minutes... 20... 25... nope. He wasn't gonna go into the box traps. he was too smart. sigh Just as we were going to close up the traps for the night... BAM! A trap slammed closed in the dark - we heard it. We had Cobbie, the old tom cat, trapped - finally! I ran out in the snow, and grabbed the box trap, and carried it up to the house, and inside the warm kitchen. he bit me. He rolled the trap in the kitchen. He went berserk in the box trap! We had to leave him alone in the blanket-covered trap in the kitchen for so many hours... Finally, we could pick up the blanket and he just sared hatefully up at us, but he didn't make a fuss. We opened the trap and let him loose in the house.
Saturday, we went away for the afternoon and evening. Eh... Cobbie redecorated our house for us to HIS taste! He tore down the heavy plastic sheeting over the big bay window in the living room (it has no storm windows so we plastic sheet cover it for the winter for warmth). He tore off the quilted air conditioner cover off of the window unit and let the cold air blow into our living room. HE doesn't pay the heating bill! I guess he wants it colder; he's used to cold. He teased the dog, Rufus, in his crate, because the dog crate was about 9 feet from where it normally sits. the dog must have moved it by jumping about. Cobby took all of the cast iron 'spiders' off of the burners from my stove and threw them onto my kitchen floor... denting the tile flooring. Cobbie left a 'present' on the half of the sofa where the dog likes to lie... nto the half where we sit, the half where the dog lies. He tore down on the of the heavy velvet portières in my lliving room, too. I'm gonna have to repair that, also. He was lying on that drape when we arrived home about midnight. (Thanks, Cobbie - that is NOT for your lying-upon pleasure, cat!)
Cobbie dropped on the floor our amplified T.V. antenna and broke it; we need to buy a new one. He also broke our old TEAC 5-CD changer/player, which he knocked off of the top of our stereo. That was expensive, Cobbie! And he likes to sit in my biggest oval 7-1/2Qt Rival stainless steel crock pot... eh, Cobbie, don't give me any ideas, eh?!
Cobbie: I went through A LOT for you, for your family, so I could bring all of you chain immigrant kitties into my home..... and you repay me like this?!! CHO! HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Those of you who are friended to me on FB know of the trials and tribulations I've been going through recently. Next-door neighbor hiring an illegal unlicensed person to come onto MY private property against my will and against the law and against our city statutes to trap the feral cats that I've been trying to catch and keep and tame. Neighbor not only illegally hired an illegal trapper (BIG no-no in NJ) but tells the trapper that I will pay her for her illegal activities on my private property against my will! I hated to do this to a 95-yr-old woman, but she left me no choice... (I sat down and tried to tell her what she was getting herself into, and then I got our other neighbor to sit down and explain it to her, and then we got our municipal Animal Control Officer to explain it to her and then he got our municipal Health Officer to sit down and explain it to her... and then I told it to her adult son who is my own age, and then my neighbor told her son, and then our Animal Control Officer sent her son an official letter, and then our Health Officer sent her son a similar letter - but the old woman wouldn't listen to any of us and she left me no choice but to defend myself and my property against illegal criminal trespassers) so I brought down the full extend of the law on my next-door neighbor. I first warned the trapper: she ignored me. So I called the police and our Animal Control Officer. Animal Control Officer and our Health Officer arrived just ahead of the police. I already had the trapper broad under my shotgun. I was hoping she'd make a dangerous move so I could shoot her... but she didn't, so I couldn't. I put up my shotgun. The police handcuffed her. The Animal Control and Health Officers first hit her with their summonses - they can write expensive summonses that the police can't. She couldn't get it through her head that the difference between MY trapping and HER trapping was that (1) it was on MY private property, which she has no rights on/to, and (2) I was working with my duly authorized Animal Control Officer - who carries what is known as a BADGE and is duly authorized by our municipal statute as THE SOLE authorized person to trap or remove any animals within the borders of our city... ergo, I was working within the law, and she was working illegally. I went inside and (at the request of all LEOs) called the Division of Fish, Game & Wildlife down in Trenton, reporting an illegal trapper illegally trapping nongame species. Back in the early 1990s, I sat on Fish, Game & Wildlife, and they still remember me - some of them - and they sent me a warden right away from North Jersey. The police took her off to the police station to process this b* for criminal trespass. The warden arrived and went with me to the police station before they finished processing the trapper woman and before she could post bail... so the FG&W warden smacked her with some VERY expensive state fines and a summons for a trial. She STILL couldn't understand the difference between ME on MY private property working within the law and HER working ILLEGALLY!! Nor did she grasp the severity of the trouble she was in... she waived her rights to a lawyer and gave (truly moronic) statements to all Law enforcement agents. Meanwhile, my next-door neighbor bought herself TONS of trouble, since she hired this illegal trapper to unlawfully come onto MY private property to trap illegally. Sadly - since she is 95 years old - she is going to lose A LOT of money defending herself in at least 2 or 3 Courts of Law before this is all done. Not to mention even more money if I decide to sue her in chancery court... (not that she can't afford it, she's got plenty)
So, I decided it best to step up the trapping of these feral cats that I want so badly... the father and mother cats of the feral kittens, Nike, Midnight, and Tiger Mac... that I have been trying to semi-tame and capture for 7 months now. So we put out a dozen traps all along my property's rear perimeter on Thursday morning. We trapped Big Velvet and Little Velvet (now Velveteen). No other cats. Friday, we tried trapping again. It was SO COLD, I had to go out and check all of the traps every 45 minutes! It was too darn cold to leave a cat out in a box trap for longer than about 30-40 minutes. BAM! We got the mama cat, Blackie. All day long, all afternoon long... no more cats. Cobbie had gone to ground in the freezing cold and snowshowers we had. But he was alone out there, now, and cold without other cats to huddle with, and he needed more food to keep shivering to stay warm. He cam scratching at the back door for more food at dusk! So we set up some of the traps and waited 10 minutes... 15 minutes... 20... 25... nope. He wasn't gonna go into the box traps. he was too smart. sigh Just as we were going to close up the traps for the night... BAM! A trap slammed closed in the dark - we heard it. We had Cobbie, the old tom cat, trapped - finally! I ran out in the snow, and grabbed the box trap, and carried it up to the house, and inside the warm kitchen. he bit me. He rolled the trap in the kitchen. He went berserk in the box trap! We had to leave him alone in the blanket-covered trap in the kitchen for so many hours... Finally, we could pick up the blanket and he just sared hatefully up at us, but he didn't make a fuss. We opened the trap and let him loose in the house.
Saturday, we went away for the afternoon and evening. Eh... Cobbie redecorated our house for us to HIS taste! He tore down the heavy plastic sheeting over the big bay window in the living room (it has no storm windows so we plastic sheet cover it for the winter for warmth). He tore off the quilted air conditioner cover off of the window unit and let the cold air blow into our living room. HE doesn't pay the heating bill! I guess he wants it colder; he's used to cold. He teased the dog, Rufus, in his crate, because the dog crate was about 9 feet from where it normally sits. the dog must have moved it by jumping about. Cobby took all of the cast iron 'spiders' off of the burners from my stove and threw them onto my kitchen floor... denting the tile flooring. Cobbie left a 'present' on the half of the sofa where the dog likes to lie... nto the half where we sit, the half where the dog lies. He tore down on the of the heavy velvet portières in my lliving room, too. I'm gonna have to repair that, also. He was lying on that drape when we arrived home about midnight. (Thanks, Cobbie - that is NOT for your lying-upon pleasure, cat!)
Cobbie dropped on the floor our amplified T.V. antenna and broke it; we need to buy a new one. He also broke our old TEAC 5-CD changer/player, which he knocked off of the top of our stereo. That was expensive, Cobbie! And he likes to sit in my biggest oval 7-1/2Qt Rival stainless steel crock pot... eh, Cobbie, don't give me any ideas, eh?!
Cobbie: I went through A LOT for you, for your family, so I could bring all of you chain immigrant kitties into my home..... and you repay me like this?!! CHO! HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
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