The other evening one of the neighbors called me and said she needed me to come to her house and catch a wild (untamed but domesticated) cat that was in her house because her husband wouldn't help her catch it.
I wasn't really fond of the idea of having my arms (or other parts of my body) scratched by a cat that wasn't mine and managed to wander inside someone else's house. Fortunately she called at a time when my mind was in a functional mode. Thinking clearly, I remembered the "hav-a-hart...or not" trap I have which worked so well for trapping the opossums. I took the trap to her, showed her how to set it and helped her put some canned chicken in for bait.
She called later that night to say that while she and her husband were at church the cat had been trapped in the cage and they turned it loose in the garage again.
That trap has turned out to be one of the better investments I've made for the farm.
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