Mr. Hissy On the Loose
HIYA!! SAVANNAH HERE!!!
Mom L, Dad P were at the animal services shelter to pick up a black feral cat we trapped in our own back patio.
When can I leave? A not happy Mr. Hissy in trap
He was neutered, vaccinated, flea treated and ready to be returned. We figured due to his chunky body he was being fed somewhere close by my castle.
Dad P, Mom L and Miss Sue, animal services’ Cat Specialist, went to the feral ward to pick up Mr. Hissy. The ward looks kind of like the one in this photo, and they have cages on all four walls. The room is about fifteen feet by eighteen feet (4.57 meters by 5.4 meters).
But all three were asked to leave the feral ward when Mr. Hissy became adamant about not wanting to leave his cage. The animal services Peep#1 and Peep#2 were trying to pry him from behind his feral den box and he was having no part of it. They were gonna have to open that cage so that’s why they vacated the room. Just imagine Mr. Hissy jamming his whole body behind his den box with his cage set up like the one in the photo below. He should’a been “in” the den box like this orange kitty, but nooooo—Mr. Hissy was BEHIND his den box!
Then all heck broke loose in that room!!!
Thud! Rrrrrrrrooowwwl…mrooowwwlll!!
Mom L hears Peep#1 in the feral ward hollering to her co-worker Peep #2—”Oh no! get the big gloves!”
Screech…bam!
“Holy smokes”, says Mom L. “That sounds like Mr. Hissy hit the door at the TOP!!”
Peep #2 shouts “Watch out! He’s climbing the walls!!
Scuffle, scratch…whoosh!
“He’s under there! Use the net handle to push him out! says Peep #1 in an urgent but calm voice.
Meowwww…huff, puff…meowwwwwwwww—”Mouses these Peeps are slow!!” thinks Mr. Hissy.
Clang! Ping! Clangity clang!
“There go the food dishes!” whispers Dad P.
Sploosh!
Peep #2 warns “Look out the water is everywhere!”
Mr. Hissy is just getting started in his run for freedom—”Sheesh…Peeps are gonna have to get smarter if they wanna get me back in that stoopid den box. It’s a tight fit for me.”
Feral Den Box
Kathunk!! “Ouch!! I Missed him! And that cement floor is hard! ” Peep #1 exclaims.
Screeeeeeeeech….yeowwzah…grrrr—”Maybe my growl will throw them off” Mr. Hissy mutters to himself.
Zoom…kazonk—”heh…heh…using the wall to launch from gave me a lot of speed!!” Mr. Hissy smirks proudly to himself.
Peep #1 urgently asks Peep #2 “Toss me the towel!”
“The towel??! Are you crazy???!!! Did you hear that growl!!”
“Just give me the towel now!”
Zip! “Mouses again!!” shrieks Mr. Hissy. “How did I end up in this corner??!! Noooooooooo!!!”
Peep#1 exuberantly states “Got him!! He’s a burrito cat now.”
Peep #1 used the old “toss a towel over his head” trick!!
“Double mouses!! That thing works every time!! It’s dark in here…hmmmmm…not bad after all…nice and dark and finally quiet. Maybe I’ll just let them think they won the day” giggles Mr. Hissy.
“Ok, quick open the den box. Good grief he sure has a big butt!” mutters Peep #2.
“Hey Peep! Watch who you are calling “big butt”! I am nicely padded, that’s all” says an indignant Mr. Hissy.
Peep #1 emerges from the feral ward room, and proudly shows Mr. Hissy firmly caught in his feral den box. “Ok, Mom L, here is your Mr. Hissy to release back where he was trapped.” (Peep#1 and #2 were both wiping sweaty brows and upper lips).
“Mr. Hissy ought to nap all the way to his home.”
Mom L thanked the Peep#1 and #2 and hoped their day would get better after the Mr. Hissy adventure.
Mom L over hears Peep#1, considered by fellow workers to be Queen of the Feral Cat Ward, say—”I live for this excitement!”
As you can imagine, Mr. Hissy was not happy once he got home. He had made himself comfy and was taking a much needed nap when Dad P tried to get him to leave his feral den box! Mr. Hissy lived up to his name and uttered several meaningful growls.
Let me know what ya think of Mr. Hissy’s Adventure in comments!! Purrsonally, I am giving Mr. Hissy 10 points but I have to give the Queen of the Feral Ward 12 points!!!
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