You can find it on the northeast side of the southern-most building. Surprisingly it is right by the window and just outside of the foyer that thousands of people walk through five days a week. It is one of those lead-colored steel rodent traps. Big enough for a raccoon and with the requisite peanut butter smeared on the bait plate; there is even a lonely cob of corn on the inside, looks like it was thrown there as an afterthought. I haven’t seen the cat since Thanksgiving, but the cage’s persistent presence argues against the worst scenario. Though when it comes down to it I’m not sure that this cat could possibly fall for such a diabolical scheme. The cat has clearly been tricked before and I am sure its guard is up enough to prevent such dastardly attempts on its freedom. Maybe it left, purring obstinately under its breath, “give me freedom or give me death,” and died bravely in the freezing runoff of a riverfront sewage pipe.