We used to let our cats in the garage by leaving the door pulled up a few inches. That’s where we fed them and where they slept. Our 2 cats were neutered females. A fully functional Tom started visiting, checking out the gals and eating their food. That was bad enough, but as tom cats do, he started marking his territory. Big time el stinko.
I started setting the garage door opener so I could push the button and it would close and often trapped old Tom. First I just roughed him up a bit hoping he would get the idea. But he didn’t. Then I started beating him with a 2x2 or a mop handle. Actually broke both “roughening him up a bit.” He left the garage limping several times, but very much alive. This went on for a while, but he always came back, and continued to piss on everything.
Back then, I did my reloading in the garage and the smell was bad enough, but then he started using my box of brass as his litter box; lost about 500 rounds of .41 mag brass. I felt the end was near for old Tom. One night I was pulling out of my driveway and saw him under the streetlight catching bugs. I hit the gas and ran over him. I know I hit him because I drove a Ford Fiesta at the time and could feel the bump as I ran over him. He escaped into the storm sewer, most likely limping again, but he still came back. I even sprayed him with red paint hoping that if he had a real home, the owner would get the idea that old Tom was up to no good. Finally, I trapped him in the garage, beat the crap out of him, and put him in a big box.
There used to be a shooting range on the outskirts of Austin near a subdivision named Jester Estates. The shooting range had been there for years and Jester Estates came along later. As would be expected, the good folks of Jester Estates did not like the shooting range. They got the local bleeding hearts from the TV news to show how bad they had it. One joker held up a bullet he said punched a hole through his screen and fell between the screen and a sliding glass door. It evidently did not crack the glass. The news guys ate up his story and condemned the shooting range, which closed shortly thereafter.
Anyway, that’s where I dropped off old Tom, right in the middle of Jester Estates. I hope he’s still alive and enjoying the bounty of his new ‘hood and I hope the good folks of Jester Estates are enjoying his company.