Oh jeeeeez that’s so funny! They should have listened to you about Bandit! Sounds like my Sweetie (who’s not) ... she’d rip a vet to shreds, that’s for sure. We got her from PetSmart and the fella who was working that day was crazy about her and said he named her Sweetie because all she did all day long was purr. mmmhmmm. When I got her home that night I would have sworn on a stack of Bibles that she was demon-possessed! LOL But the fella had said she had been abused and so we gave her the chance to settle down. She fell in love with my son who fell in love with her and the 2 of them bonded. Sweetie is now very affectionate (five years later) but she still will strike out at a moment’s notice and draw blood if she suddenly feels uncomfortable. She’s a terror.
When we decided to capture/corral this misplaced and down sized Bengal tiger, we got all the guys together with the appropriate amount of thirst quenchers and had a strategy session concerning the field of battle, arms, defensive weapons, and possible retreat.
It was finally decided the the second bedroom would work as the killer liked to sleep under the bed where he wasn't bothered.
We stationed two men with salmon nets on long poles at the door to the bedroom. The netting was closely woven and said to be of exceptional strength. Three pair of leather welding gloves were close at hand.
My job, I mean who else was going to do it, was to enter the room, leave the door open, and then from the other side of the room, reach down, grab the bed frame, and hoist it up to expose the creature.
All went well. The bed's in the air, the cat's been discovered, the trap is waiting.
He hadn't read the script. He charged to the back of the room where there was no escape. Jim, seeing this move, slipped into the room and started after the little guy, who seeing an opening, did a down field feint, pivoted on one leg at full speed, and arrowed through the undefended spot in the doorway. Trace never had a chance. Jim and I talked about it for months afterwards, but in reality, the moment Jim left his post, Trace was doomed.
Bandit hit the one obstacle in his path, the net and the holder, going through the net like a hot knife through butter and using Trace's arm as a launching pad for his freedom.
With howls of pain and shouts of disgust, we lurched after the snarling ball of claws and teeth, finally seeing him disappear in the wood pile. Suitably clothed with thick welding gloves, six eager hands sought the demon from hell With wood flying through the air, eager hands at last cornered the culpert in a wood shrouded cavity with no escape. Six hands gripped the loose fur'd scallywag as twisting and writhering, he sought to escape. Fighting for naught, he was finally lowered into the traveling cage for his trip to the vet, where he wrecked his vengeance on an innocent and arrogant party...