Catching the Tom Cat

This post is out of order and happened sometime in early February. The Tomcat would periodically show up in the mornings to steal the food for the two wild kitties, White and Siamese, that Leroy has been feeding for years. After determining that the Tomcat was going to make this a habit, he never showed up for the first few weeks that I put out food, I decided we would have to make him go. He wasn't going to leave on his own. Wally could shoot him, or we could trap him. I had thrown things at him and chased him...the cat, not Wally, and the cat would only go as far as the fence line and then start creeping back as I walked away...he knew I couldn't get him. So one day I took mothers raccoon trap up to the stables, where the cats feed, and put it down out in the open with some sardines in the end of it. The Tomcat, the arrogant Tomcat, started climbing all over it with me standing maybe 30 feet away from it, in plain sight. He walked in and got the sardines and then walked out...to my amazement. So I walked up there again and put more sardines in the trap, only harder to get to, and then walked to my original location again. The Tomcat walked in again, and this time the door came down with a bang! He didn't even notice, no reaction whatsoever. He bloodied his nose trying to get out once he saw me out of the corner of his eye standing over him, but it was too late. I had to take him out around the barn, so the dogs wouldn't see him, and took him to the humane society for disposal. Lauren was not pleased, and mother had to put an ad in the paper to make her feel better...no one called for him. Maybe the owners came and got him, but I haven't seen him since.