It was so easy. A tiny piece of tuna, a few nuggets of kibble, a little cautious sniffing, and SNAP!
He was not pleased and immediately began thrashing around and making those horrible warbling yowling noises that sound disconcertingly similar to a three-year-old's crying, especially when they wake you up in the middle of the night. Poor little Asshole.
I admit I felt a little bad, deceiving him like that (here, kitty-kitty! delicious treats!...hahahaha! there were hardly any treats at all in there, plus--hahaha--we're gonna have your sack surgically removed! sucker!). Mostly I was just hoping he wouldn't wail like that all night. The neighbors probably think we're weird enough already without suspecting us of torturing cats in the garage. But he settled down as soon as we covered the cage, turned out the light, and left him alone.
So now the only problem is staying awake until drop-off time at seven a.m.; the way my schedule is now, I figure it'll be a lot easier to stay up than get up. So no beer for me tonight, although I am enjoying a cup of coffee reheated from this morning.