
He was not terribly difficult to catch, and we roped him by his horns to a gatepost in expectation of the vet's arrival. The vet pronounced him healthy after an inspection which involved various ignominies being visited upon him, and then he was bundled into a crate with plenty of straw for padding and some water for the trip.

By contrast, the barn cats have been in fine fettle and exceptional hunting spirits, daily bringing in strange things with which to shock and perplex the farmers. Friday morning it was a six inch crawdad which was apparently hunted up from the nearby stream - the vet confirmed what it was, and warned us that this should be discouraged as raw crawdad consumption can transmit a lung parasite to cats and humans both. Should we see the barn cats coughing, we should call the vet at once, without delay, so they can be treated.
Last night it was a squirrel of some sort, which they'd caught, killed, and dumped into their water bowl so that it floated there eerily. They are remarkable hunters, but determined to display their trophies in ways which would have gone over as modern art installations in the sixties.
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