A cat decided to start living in my loft a couple of weeks ago.... Didn't ask permission first and kept waking me and the good lady up every morning when it jumped on the roof and generally scuttled around up there...
I suggested to SBF that wanted to kill the bastard either by poison, stoning or just ripping it's head off.... 'Mai dee' was the reply as cats in this country are generally held in high regard and to kill one would be on a par with doing a monk in.... (If a monk had started living in my loft uninvited I would probably have similar evil thoughts... )
Anyway.... this morning I managed to coax the moggy down close enough that I could grab it by the scruff of the neck.. I proudly carried it into the house and asked SBF what I should do with it... She came up with the acceptable solution of bagging it up, driving it off far away and then releasing it in the jungle...
The first attempt at bagging him wasn't too successful... Cat's can easliy scrap their way out of bin liners but I managed to tackle it to the ground and bag him up again in a zipped up holdall... SBF actually said 'kor tort krap' to the fucker as we bundled him into the bag...
Chucks the bag into the back of the pick-up (because SBF didn't want to be distressed by the cats crying inside the pick-up) and took off East to the other side of Maprachan Lake where we found a suitable release point...
The bastard had only managed to unzip the bag and do a runner from the truck during some point in the abduction hadn't it?...
If it finds it way back to my loft I'm just going to rip it's head off... Sod the superstitions...