The Black is not one that I see often, so the only clear photo I have of him to date shows him zonked out on the vet's scale preparatory for neutering. He's a big handsome solid black tom about three years old, about the size of Big John. The Black lives a bit farther down the road from the rest; I only saw him when I had occasion to stay awhile after putting out the food and saw him coming in after the others had dispersed. He became a trapping priority after an employee told me that he kept spraying the A/C units, which promptly vented the scent of "L'air du Tom" into the offices! So next trapping day I waited for him and he was nice enough to walk right into the big trap. Even calmed down enough to eat the bait after awhile. I got to help at the clinic this time, so I took the opportunity to snap a few shots. He has a few facial scars and ear nicks, but not as much as Big John, which hints that he may be the better (or at least the more aggressive) fighter. Thankfully that'll be a thing of the past now. I told the employees that I'd caught him and their spraying problems would soon be over too; they were glad to hear it. I think they like him; they were asking if I was going to bring him back.
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