The Relocators

Our neighborhood has been besieged by ferral cats, seemingly dozens of them. Our desert landscaped front yard was in danger of becoming a giant cat bathroom.

Gross!!! How Hygienically, visually, and aromatically unappealing. One neighbor came home late one night to find 8 cats sitting in his front yard. Something had to be done. We went to the pet store and stocked up on pellets the clerk guaranteed would fend off the offending cats. It didn't work. Someone said Cayenne Pepper sprinkled liberally would do the job. Nope. It doesn't. We checked with the Humane Society. Sure, they'd take the cats if we paid them $100.00 per cat! We fumed. We mused. And, finally we had a plan. We would become Relocators!

First, we had to get a relocator tool. My Hero was happy to go to his favorite male hang-out, Harbour Freight, in order to acquire one. After that, things went quite well as one after another of our unwelcome guests were relocated. We were once again able to walk freely in our front yard.

Just the other day while doing yard work in the back yard, My Hero discovered his relocating tool was inhabited. He saw a very bushy tail and went over to take a look. This is what greeted him.

He took a closer look.

And even closer.

It wasn't a cat. It was a squirrel. My Hero took Mr. Squirrel to the front yard so he could make a get-away. Mr. Squirrel sauntered down the street for a short ways then looked back over has shoulder with an accusing look that said "What you looking at?"
before he scampered off.