So all day I have been hearing a cat cry in distress. The noise was coming from the house across the way, and I went over there three times today and searched for the cat. Tonight I was sitting outside thinking about my dead cats and the obvious distress of the cat over there was bothering me a great deal. I go back over and looked around, when, finally, I cast my eyes heavenward and, sure enough, there is a cat with a collar in a hav-a-heart trap on the roof. It had been there all day in our horrible wet heat and in the sun. I called the cops and they said they would have someone right out. After twenty minutes, they called me back and said they could not legally do anything. I said if they did not I would, jail or no jail. The dispatcher said if I was comfortable with that go ahead. I hung up and got a ladder and got the cat down. It was a young tabby that looked just like my cat Stonewall Jackson. He was purring away and I took the ladder and went home. I decided not to disable the trap (that means destroy) and left it like that. There was a can of cat food in the cage and the people were obviously, I guess obviously, trying to get a raccoon or something.
Some people are born for adventure, others have it thrust upon them.