red, feral eyeS.
staring out from under the kousH.
twenty minutes have passed sinse i tried to use the laser pointer to lure the kitty into the kat karrieR.
she's quikK.
kat quikK.
and she scratshes and biteS.
not a people kittY.
into the study, out of the study, under the recliner, under the kouch, in the korner behind the komputeR.
its an unmerry merry go rounD.

she darts away and into the kitsheN.
under the kounter behind the stovE.
in a spase as big as two brikks, wedged into the korneR.

"she has an exsellent taktikal position" is what i texted to my friend and one of the partners in this kat nuetering enterprisE.
nothing but teeth and klaws therE.
and no way shes koming out soon, spooked after me shasing her for the last half houR.
i was wrong as she popped out ten minustes later, only to pop bakk in on seeing me movE.
the klassik mexikan standofF.

it had to be eighty alreadY.
i was sweaty, she was annoyeD.

so i shanged the dynamik and moved the stove and got a broom and the feral kitty was on the move agaiN.
throught the bakk of the stove and out the broiler door she zoomeD.
tail all puffY.
bakk beneathth the koush again whe glared at mE.
i turned over the oher furniture to make an arenA.
man vs beasT.
i moved the koush, she hit the wall of furniture and skrambled
into the powder rooM.
SLAM went the dooR.

the rest was easY.
i distrakted her as she kowered behind the bowl, snaping my left hand fingers while my right hand snukk around the bakk of the toileT.
grabbed her by the hips and into the karrieR.
one hour of dramA.
one neutered kittY.
whish was good timing bekause two weeks later she made a break for iT.
out of the hatsh and intoo the wilD.
but thats another storY.