Skip to comments.Group says saboteur is preventing rescue of cat with head stuck in bird feeder
Posted on 08/02/2014 8:40:25 PM PDT by Innovative
BRANDON, Man. - Searchers who have been trying to rescue a cat with a bird feeder stuck on its head in Manitoba say their efforts to trap the hapless animal are being sabotaged.
The Brandon and Area Lost Animals group began setting out traps over a week ago after the cat, nicknamed Butterscotch, was spotted with the feeder on its head in a Brandon neighbourhood.
The cat couldn't be easily captured because it could see out of one eye and was still able to run, and even jump, to evade the rescuers.
The group set traps, but says a man in the neighbourhood has shone lights, clapped his hands and used other techniques to scare Butterscotch away.
"Police have suggested we move the trap away from the man's sights, which we did. The man searched for, and found the new location each time.
"While the cat can move, searchers fear it cannot eat or drink with the feeder on its head.
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— hope the poor kitty gets rescued despite the efforts of this evil person
Seems like the man is giving away his position. Should be easy to capture ... especially if he doesn’t know he’s the one they’re trying to catch.
Hoping they can rescue this cat soon.
“The rescue group said it had to use larger traps to enable the cat to enter with the feeder on its head.
Volunteers were devastated to return to the traps and find they had been toppled over and damaged.
Their most expensive trap will need to be repaired before it can be used again.
Anyone who spots the cat is asked to refrain from posting the location on social media sites or other public forums.”
One of my cats is still convinced that THIS TIME (the 3,429th time) I'm going to kill him.
“They need a camera watching the trap...and a squad with baseball bats watching the camera. “
I definitely like your suggestion!
That poor cat is scared and traumatized — it’s been several days since they first saw it.
First they need to capture the a*****e.
Surely they know by now who he is...
Uhmmm, blow dart?
There’s some really disturbed people on this planet.
Ambush the SOB and pepper him with birdshot. THEN the baseball bats. I just hope the cat’s suffering is ended soon by the rescuers.
I’ve met some people in my life that are absolutely evil when it comes to cats. Having had the misfortune of meeting, and hearing them spew their hatred, I can believe some anus orifice would be interfering in the attempt to rescue this cat.
Missing chromosomes, or something.
One person I met couldn’t even tell me why. Just hated cats.
How tough can it be? It’s got a bird feeder on its head.
I liked the sound of mourning dove more than cats fighting.
The dove came back when the cats left.
No one in the neighborhood willing to trap the bastard going after the cat and have some serious words with him?
I believe there are psychiatric theories for cat hatred. Suppressed hatred of women is near the top of the list, homosexuality is up there as well..............
I don’t understand, but I can see that some people don’t like cats, don’t want to have anything to do with them — OK, but to hate them so much to actively try to prevent other people from helping a cat — that is way over the top.
There is indeed evil in this world, and this character is one of them.
See if it's kept a diary (Classic):
The Cat's Diary
Day 983 of My Captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...