Jemima has been 'rescued'.
I got her into the trap this afternoon. It was very easy, as I thought it might be. I've got her used to a particular catnip toy, which she loves, so after I'd fed her and given her lots of brushes and tickles (which she now rolls around on the floor to receive), I threw her toy into the trap, and on the second attempt she wandered in after it.
I felt like a monster. The poor darling.
The person on reception at the vets was particularly arseholish to me, and made me feel awful after I left (in fact I sat in my friend's car and cried). But after she's been looked over by the vet tomorrow, she'll be spayed/neutered, given a once over, and they'll liaise with Iris' shelter to organise her going there to hopefully be rehomed.
We stopped by to let Iris know to expect a call from them tomorrow, and Iris kept us talking with stories of cats gone by. The one about Bob Geldof (the cat) was the best.
I'm going to miss Jemima so much. I'd really grown attached to her. When I think back to how timid she was and how she'd run away if you walked towards her just a few months ago, to now rolling around in my kitchen being brushed all over... Damn it Peggy why do you have to be such an anti-social shitbird?
If/when she goes up on their facebook page I'll link to it