Falsely Imprisoned

In addition to packing up all my belongings and trying to trap the outsider-cats, I am attempting to capture a cat belonging to a former tenant who has moved out. He is no longer in town - though he lives not far away. His cats were outside/inside beasts, and one was outside when the movers came. That cat has only intermittently returned to the old, now vacant apartment, and I am basing my attempts to trap her on that habit. I don’t have long to arrange for success, so I have the traps out all day and all night. Last night’s venture brought a not wholly unexpected result.

This is one of Orlac’s tribe, maybe even one of her cubs. (Young raccoons are also called ‘kits’ or ‘kittens’, but I’ve used that term much over the years already.) In any case, it is not a black and white, long-haired cat, so I let him go. I have a feeling his friends and family aren’t going to believe his tale when he tells it.