A lost malnourished kitten showed up outside our office this morning. His "home base" was a gutter on the street where he stayed most of the day. I was able to lure him out with milk -- I even tried the box propped up with a stick and a string tied to the stick trick (seriously) -- but he was too smart/quick for me and nothing worked. Finally hit on the right technique and went old-school: laid on the sidewalk behind him and created a distraction in front of him so that when he ventured out for milk, I was able to grab him from behind. A few scratches later, I had him in a safe place with food and water. We're still looking for a new home for him though ... if you're interested (and in the Charlotte region), let us know.
Nagging thought going through my head during the day: "why am I spending so much time trying to catch this cat when I have so much work to do?" Best answer I've come up with: "because sometimes you need to slow down, take life as it comes, and leave the anxiety of running a business for another time." It worked. I had a lot of fun and felt good (not guilty) about having spent an hour or two out of my day on this "project." Truth or rationalization?!
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