At the vet!

Yes, it's 8:44 a.m. as I write this, and Chubby is at the vet.

Sometimes truth can be as strange as imagination. Chubby got trapped the very first try. In fact, it was an awful lot like I visualized. I'm sure it had much more to do with a hungry cat coupled with some smelly sardines than any visualization on my part.

He'll get his abscess treated, rabies vaccine and testing for feline leukemia & AIDS today. Next week, neutering time. After all, I've got to do it all while I have him contained. I'm afraid that when he gets out of the trap I won't see him for a few days, and I know he won't be easily trapped again.