Cynthia Davis Morgan
Note: Although some animals were harmed in the true events of this story, only the humans involved were actually maimed. All animals escaped with a full belly and some exercise.
It never meant to be an adventure; it started out as a humanitarian effort – a desire to avoid getting Nikki pregnant. Nikki, my little gray Siamese, had gotten out in the early afternoon while I was airing the apartment. I knew that it was bad news since Nikki had just gone into heat. My other cat, a female calico named Abby, was becoming angry at the constant squalls and was starting to swat Nikki away from the bed. I was looking forward to the veterinarian appointment the next week.
The afternoon was oppressively hot and I opened the window to create an air current in the apartment. When I noticed Abby sitting on the window looking out, and the absolute lack of noise from Nikki, I looked up from the intense manual I was editing. Only one cat was present. A tear in the screen window showed me Nikki’s escape into the red light district of the empty park behind our apartment. Frantic, I spent the afternoon searching for her.
By the time my boyfriend got home from work, the cat was still gone, and I was cold and upset. Animals were like family to me, and knowing that some dirty feline ne’er do well was having his way with my gorgeous, smoke colored, shy daughter was making me as impatient as a mother waiting for her daughter to return from Prom after finding a condom box in the bathroom. He consoled me and went about finding a solution to our missing child. I call him “he” because the atrocities of that weekend could only originate from the well meaning but ignorant mind of a male that I would date. And he never forgot the lesson learned, partly because of the scars on his body, partly from the scars on our relationship, and partly from the scars that were permanently engraved on my apartment walls and cabinets. I have since forgotten him and what attracted me to him and even the argument that caused our parting, but I shall never forget that night, or the fiery demon of feline rage that ransacked my apartment.
After discussion, he called the police and arranged to borrow a small animal trap. Yes, the police will actually loan you a wire trap to capture an escaped animal. The policeman that brought out the trap instructed both of us in the easy release features of the wire cage. It seemed simple enough. There was a “push grate” that shut the gate behind the animal after it had put pressure on the floor of the cage. To lure the animal in, there was a spot just beyond this trap trigger where you could place an enticing treat to lure your wayward animal inside the wire box. This demonstration and the apparent ease in which you removed a caught animal encouraged me. You just reached down, pulled the latch, and rescued your beloved animal. In my mind, I could see little Nikki leaping into my arms from the cage, content and happy to be home once again.