Cats...

I'm not a fan of cats. I'm sorry to all of you cat lovers, I'm just not. It might be because I'm extremely allergic. Well, this morning when Jared let the dogs outside he started yelling at me to come quick. I found this...
A cat stuck under my fence (ignore the white trash yard, I gave up this spring on having a nice yard after Bella completely destroyed it). The reason there was a hole there was because there is a shed that boarders that part of the fence and we've had mice. So the dogs kept trying to dig to get to them. I tried to keep the holes covered up so they wouldn't get out of the yard, but I guess I didn't do a good enough job.
Anyway, once the dogs noticed him they ran over, the cat hissed, and Bella ran inside and Floyd got this close. Close enough to smell, but not close enough to make him mad.
While waiting for animal control, because I sure as hell was not going to touch it, I got Floyd in the house. All he did was this. This is my back door. As you can see there is about 2" of room where you can see out. He didn't move for hours until I put him in his kennel while the guy was here.

So that was my eventful morning. The dogs have been insane ever since because they can smell cat in their yard. The cat is fine. The animal control guy gave him a tranquilizer and dug him out. He was a well groomed cat and even had a chip. So the guy was going to try and find his home. He must have just been out wandering and got stuck. I do feel bad because that couldn't have felt good, but it doesn't change the fact that I won't touch him.