The Flight of Wunakei
I live in an apartment complex. Pest control is supposed to be included. I have seen a pest guy, or gotten a note saying a pest guy was there, exactly twice in the past 2 years. Since Jeanne, in fact. Needless to say, my place was pretty infested.
So, I got these Raid© fumigators from my local Wal-Mart with the intention of bombing my place once I got it cleaned up enough. With an ample amount of help from Tadashi, this gets done about a week ago. A neighbor had offered to babysit the cats while I bombed, so I took him up on the offer.
Wuna has never been very... affectionate. My nickname for her is "prissy little ice queen". Keep in mind, I never got her spayed; that was probably a good part of it. She would spend all day under the table on the chair because she thought I couldn't see her. That was her haven. Whenever I needed to get her for something, such as to take her to a friend's house while I bombed, I had to chase her around my apartment, and then grab her by the scruff to keep her from dashing away. One thing I will say, she is incredibly fast and light on her feet, even for a cat.
This time I chased her for about ten minutes before successfully trapping her in the bathroom and, after another 5 minutes of attempting to coax her out from under the sink, into a carrier. I came out of this encounter with no scratches or anything. My friend was not ready for me to come over at that time, and he took so long to do so that I had to go knock on his door about 2 hours later to find out if he had fallen asleep or something. I had not let Wuna out this whole time for fear of not being able to catch her again.
Once at my friend's apartment, and bombs set off, I opened the carrier. She stayed in it for a few minutes, then came out and started sniffing around. Deke was chillin' on the couch with us as we watched TV. Three hours later, as per the instructions on the box, the fuming is done, and I air out the place. It was about 9:30, and I was hoping to be home by 10 so I could call my honey.
We, meaning my friend and I, take the next hour chasing Wuna around his apartment in order to take her home. I guess she had enough displacement and staying in carriers for one night, and wasn't going to have any of it. Her eyes actually glowed red, like a special effect in a B movie. Demon Cat! We tried everything from cornering her to trying to prod her into the carrier to trying to just grab her scruff. This is the fruit of my efforts:
Yes, that's a bite on my arm...
As I stood at the sink for the third time, shaking and crying with pain as I washed my wounds, I tell my friend "Just open the fucking door!"
I wasn't really serious. I was in pain and frustrated. A moment later I hear the front door close. He had taken me seriously. I couldn't get mad at him because that's what I had told him to do. I just thought he have enough sense not to actually do it, no matter how frustrated we were.
She hung around the bottom of the stairs for about an hour, then vanished. I haven't seen her come back.
Deke was pretty freaked out. He found the place in my friend's apartment that closest resembled his own haven, under the kitchen sink, and huddled there until the commotion was over and I was properly bandaged, and then he waited about a half an hour before very cautiously creeping out. He's been enjoying a Wuna free home ever since.
Unfortunately, I can't say a whole lot of love is lost over Wuna. She sort of wasn't here even when she was here. And now that I don't have to worry about her "marking" for the imaginary toms in my bedroom, I can let Deke snuggle up with me at night again. He's happy about that! If she does come back, I'll take her in, give her a bath, and the take her to the SPCA. Maybe there's someone else who would enjoy a loner cat.
You give a dog shelter, food, water and love and it thinks you must be a god. You give a cat shelter, food, water and love and it thinks it must be a god. -Unknown
So, I got these Raid© fumigators from my local Wal-Mart with the intention of bombing my place once I got it cleaned up enough. With an ample amount of help from Tadashi, this gets done about a week ago. A neighbor had offered to babysit the cats while I bombed, so I took him up on the offer.
Wuna has never been very... affectionate. My nickname for her is "prissy little ice queen". Keep in mind, I never got her spayed; that was probably a good part of it. She would spend all day under the table on the chair because she thought I couldn't see her. That was her haven. Whenever I needed to get her for something, such as to take her to a friend's house while I bombed, I had to chase her around my apartment, and then grab her by the scruff to keep her from dashing away. One thing I will say, she is incredibly fast and light on her feet, even for a cat.
This time I chased her for about ten minutes before successfully trapping her in the bathroom and, after another 5 minutes of attempting to coax her out from under the sink, into a carrier. I came out of this encounter with no scratches or anything. My friend was not ready for me to come over at that time, and he took so long to do so that I had to go knock on his door about 2 hours later to find out if he had fallen asleep or something. I had not let Wuna out this whole time for fear of not being able to catch her again.
Once at my friend's apartment, and bombs set off, I opened the carrier. She stayed in it for a few minutes, then came out and started sniffing around. Deke was chillin' on the couch with us as we watched TV. Three hours later, as per the instructions on the box, the fuming is done, and I air out the place. It was about 9:30, and I was hoping to be home by 10 so I could call my honey.
We, meaning my friend and I, take the next hour chasing Wuna around his apartment in order to take her home. I guess she had enough displacement and staying in carriers for one night, and wasn't going to have any of it. Her eyes actually glowed red, like a special effect in a B movie. Demon Cat! We tried everything from cornering her to trying to prod her into the carrier to trying to just grab her scruff. This is the fruit of my efforts:
Yes, that's a bite on my arm...
As I stood at the sink for the third time, shaking and crying with pain as I washed my wounds, I tell my friend "Just open the fucking door!"
I wasn't really serious. I was in pain and frustrated. A moment later I hear the front door close. He had taken me seriously. I couldn't get mad at him because that's what I had told him to do. I just thought he have enough sense not to actually do it, no matter how frustrated we were.
She hung around the bottom of the stairs for about an hour, then vanished. I haven't seen her come back.
Deke was pretty freaked out. He found the place in my friend's apartment that closest resembled his own haven, under the kitchen sink, and huddled there until the commotion was over and I was properly bandaged, and then he waited about a half an hour before very cautiously creeping out. He's been enjoying a Wuna free home ever since.
Unfortunately, I can't say a whole lot of love is lost over Wuna. She sort of wasn't here even when she was here. And now that I don't have to worry about her "marking" for the imaginary toms in my bedroom, I can let Deke snuggle up with me at night again. He's happy about that! If she does come back, I'll take her in, give her a bath, and the take her to the SPCA. Maybe there's someone else who would enjoy a loner cat.
You give a dog shelter, food, water and love and it thinks you must be a god. You give a cat shelter, food, water and love and it thinks it must be a god. -Unknown