This morning, I discovered the sofa stinks of Bernie Tomcat from his great escape, but it was too late to do anything about it. Maybe I can solve this predicament over New York Comic Con in October.
Here are a few photos of my trip home, bookended by a feral neuter appointment at Liberty Humane and Brittany’s wedding.
Next stop, LAX.
A smooth fellow boarded the uptown 4, blaring music from his Bluetooth speaker.
As he sat across from me, a commercial for English muffins kicked in.
He looked down, his whole persona destroyed by commerce. He angrily kicked an overripe banana under the subway bench.
I went to a wedding yesterday, and instead of waking up with warm thoughts of friends and romance, I woke up wondering why menus offer a dish made of chicken or beef, and chicken is named chicken like the source, but beef isn’t called cow.
Bernie Tomcat is only visiting at night these days, when there is no food because even if I were to leave out food at night, the raccoons and opossums would get to it first.
I hope he's finding chow somewhere else.
He's sporting a nicely clipped ear and a shaved butt. The hair will grow back, but the ear tip is obviously permanent. That's how people know he's a community cat with his shots and neutering, not a feral in need of assistance.
That said, I watched some ASPCA videos on how to prepare cats for neutering and now I feel guilty. Poor Bernie went through a lot over at the humane society!
Lots of drama going on in the yard, not always involving cats and raccoons.
Poor tuxedo cat. His name is Bernie, and he did NOT like being trapped and vetted. The night I brought him back from the humane society, he verbalized for a few hours, letting me know he did not appreciate having his butt shaved, his ear clipped, and being drugged and held in a small trap.
I spoiled him with rich, wet food, watered down so he'd get some moisture, though he lapped up all the water I gave him too.
Paola and I released Bernie 24 hours after his surgery, as instructed. He was scared and shivering, unlike Jay and Bart when they were released. Jay just kind of backed away slowly. Bart raced away at top speed. Bernie gingerly walked off into the nun's garden, looking deeply unhappy.
I kept trying to find him the next day, because I worried he was having a reaction to the anesthesia. I didn't see him, and I still haven't, but he showed up last night on the security camera footage. Hooray, Bernie is recovering! He'll be back to annoying the other community cats in no time.
But hopefully he'll be less aggressive and less spray-y now.
