Thread: Cat hunter wanted.

I had a feral cat bolt hole in our rented flat once. Ended up in behind the tv cabinet, from there into the kitchen cupboards up on the wall, feral stinky bastard. Ended up in the heavy welding gloves to try airmailing it out the door, got bitten on the finger through the gloves and the bastard touched bone. Into the heavy leather gloves, bastard bit me harder on the forefinger of the other hand, down to bone again and that was when it worked out it could hurt me.

From there it was war, the thing wasn't taking no for an answer and neither was I. Got the .22LR out and proceeded to try to corner the little arsehole. About 20 minutes of chase and hide and hiss and swear at each other, I ended up standing on it's head while the thing was trying to slice through my leather steelcapped work boot... Women, get me the gun! That dealt to the bastard - out the door, clean up the house and disinfect for 1/2 an hour then off for a tetanus shot and some precautionary advice for the two punctured fingers. Went to sort out the corpse the next morning, the stink had soaked into the concrete... The feral cat had an abcess on it's head that had taken an eye probably from a fight and it was on it's last legs. Good riddance... Next time I'd be smarter and grab the cray noose from the shed and deal to it with that while the gun was pulled out and assembled and fed.

Nothing more dangerous than a feral cat that's worked out it can hurt you - they are a flat no from me. Instant death sentence.