kellan_the_tabby

I feel like Hitler.

Samson escaped from the bathroom again yesterday night, and I decided that that was just plain not gonna work. Since I'd captured him several times yesterday fairly easily, I thought that I could possibly just keep catching him and giving him his medicine twice a day.

No dice. I didn't see him the rest of the evening, nor most of today.

I caught him this afternoon and brought him upstairs to my room, figuring I'd keep him in here and move Miki into the bedroom for the week. Yeah, good theory. I have a single bed in here, up on risers, and we keep one of our camping futons wedged neath it. Well, Samson wedged himself between the futon and the bed, don't ask me how, and I couldn't even _find_ him, much less let him out.

Eventually he must have gotten up the nerve to leave, because I caught himgoing up the basement stairs later on -- Lewis on his way home from work, dinner on the stove; fortunately at a state where I could leave it alone for a while. Which I did, and caught Samson, and put him back in the bathroom, holding him in temprarily with a wooden shelf wedging the door shut.

_That_ was entertaining to get back into afterwards, let me tell you.

I got his evening antibiotics into him, at least, but he was just so scared -- all hunched up, cringing away from me, crying some. I _hate_ this. Hates it, hates it we does, O yes Precious.

*sighs*

Right now he's in the big cat carrier. He's got a reasonable amount of space -- well, for a carrier, anyway. There's a small litterbox in the back and enough floor left over for him to stretch out a bit. I put a nice thick towel down, so he doesn't have to lay on the plastic. And I put a little food and water holder on the door so they're not taking up more space.

Five minutes in that, and he's clawing to get out, and has already knocked over his water once. His towel's wet and I had to replace it. I don't want him lying on a wet towel, or in his own litterbox, and I'm worried he'll hurt himself trying to get out.

I don't know what else to do, though...

I'm hoping that we can get Lewis's room clean enough that we can put Samson in there without fear of him trashing things, or wedging himself into something I can't get him out of. That's gonna be a big job, though, and Lewis just wasn't up to it after he got home from work tonight.

Tomorrow, I hope.

Poor guy.