OMG!!!
I heard some strange noises laying in bed last night and got up to investigate.
I have two temperature controlled ventilation vents with fans in my foundation to keep the crawl space properly ventilated and keep moisture down.
As I was doing my walk-around with my Springfield Armory XD 40 Service Model loaded with Federal HydroShocks with my Surefire with Strike Bezel in my support hand I noticed the screen in one of the vent was broken.
Assuming I had a Raccoon or worse now trapped under my house I went to the garage and got the Live Catch Trap. I armed the trap and put an open can of Chicken of the Sea Tuna (In Water) in the trap and removed what was left of the mesh screen, and broken fan assembly.
Fast forward to this morning.
I checked the trap and I'll be damned if the Tuna wasn't gone and nothing in the trap.
I rearmed the trap and made sure it worked this time.
19:23 I hear what sounds like screaming coming from outside, again I arm myself. This time I grab the Mossberg 500 with 18.5" barrel and mounted Surefire and go out to investigate.
I see eyes in the trap!!!
I got the little ringtailed bandit!!!
As I get closer I see this pretty little White and gray tigerstripped kitty.
I lean the Mossberg against the house and put on my leather gloves, Kitty settles down as I open the trap and retrieve it. Kitty is purring as I am holding it and petting it.
I take the Kitten with me as I go to the Garage and get the piece of plywood I precut to cover the vent until I can replace it. Kitten is now following me around, figure I will take it to the barn tomorrow and have a new barn cat.
I round the corner of the house and all of a sudden I am in fear for my life!!! Myself and my new found kitten are attacked!!!
This huge (had to be 2 pounds or more) furry brown ball of pissed offedness attacks my kitten, I reach down and separate them. Thank God I am still wearing the leather gloves. I pick up my furball and grab the Mossberg shaking from the Adrenaline Dump, I consider taking aim at the attacker but then I reconsider.
I figure I should ask INGO what I should do. Keep in mind I am way outside of town limits, I have chickens, and I am now in fear for my life.
By the way the cute furball is spending the night in my barn, it loved the warmth of the hay bales and my big tom didn't seem to mind.
I heard some strange noises laying in bed last night and got up to investigate.
I have two temperature controlled ventilation vents with fans in my foundation to keep the crawl space properly ventilated and keep moisture down.
As I was doing my walk-around with my Springfield Armory XD 40 Service Model loaded with Federal HydroShocks with my Surefire with Strike Bezel in my support hand I noticed the screen in one of the vent was broken.
Assuming I had a Raccoon or worse now trapped under my house I went to the garage and got the Live Catch Trap. I armed the trap and put an open can of Chicken of the Sea Tuna (In Water) in the trap and removed what was left of the mesh screen, and broken fan assembly.
Fast forward to this morning.
I checked the trap and I'll be damned if the Tuna wasn't gone and nothing in the trap.
I rearmed the trap and made sure it worked this time.
19:23 I hear what sounds like screaming coming from outside, again I arm myself. This time I grab the Mossberg 500 with 18.5" barrel and mounted Surefire and go out to investigate.
I see eyes in the trap!!!
I got the little ringtailed bandit!!!
As I get closer I see this pretty little White and gray tigerstripped kitty.
I lean the Mossberg against the house and put on my leather gloves, Kitty settles down as I open the trap and retrieve it. Kitty is purring as I am holding it and petting it.
I take the Kitten with me as I go to the Garage and get the piece of plywood I precut to cover the vent until I can replace it. Kitten is now following me around, figure I will take it to the barn tomorrow and have a new barn cat.
I round the corner of the house and all of a sudden I am in fear for my life!!! Myself and my new found kitten are attacked!!!
This huge (had to be 2 pounds or more) furry brown ball of pissed offedness attacks my kitten, I reach down and separate them. Thank God I am still wearing the leather gloves. I pick up my furball and grab the Mossberg shaking from the Adrenaline Dump, I consider taking aim at the attacker but then I reconsider.
I figure I should ask INGO what I should do. Keep in mind I am way outside of town limits, I have chickens, and I am now in fear for my life.
By the way the cute furball is spending the night in my barn, it loved the warmth of the hay bales and my big tom didn't seem to mind.