Finally, I asked Dan to go buy a can of cat food--because, like all cats, I knew Ernesto would have a Pavlovian response to the sound of the tin can opening. I walked around a few more streets and behind the church and then went into the back yard and flung myself over the top of the wall, calling to him and clicking with the can. And he showed up. I was bare foot, but climbed over the wall and dropped to the other side--I didn't want to waste any time. Then I couldn't find him. He had vanished. I was shaking. I walked to the end of the alleyway, calling to him and couldn't find him. When I turned around, he was behind me. He didn't want to come to me though, b/c he was freaked out. I opened the can and he finally trotted over. I scooped him up, and started going back to the house. By then, Emma Carol had gotten up on top of the wall and was ready to make her escape. I threw Ernesto over into my hard and realized then that I had no real way to get back over the wall. I climbed up on some of the bricks. Emma Carol was poised to leap into my neighbor's back yard. I grabbed her in a not nice way, she screeched, and I threw her over too. Then I had to figure out how to get back over--which is when I realized that I did not, in fact, have one of those adrenaline-rush super power moments where you get really strong. My arms are weak, and my first attempt to hoist myself over failed. Then I had to remind myself to be just a little careful that I didn't break my leg. The next time I threw myself at the wall, I got some leverage and was able to get over. Ernesto and Emma Carol ran inside and, shortly after, Ernesto passed out in a dead sleep on the carpet. I ordered tags for them the next day.