She found him trying to get back under the shelf where he had been in last weekend, but I had blocked the entry. Annabelle jumped him and they actually fought. Claws were bared, they rolled around, they screamed at each other, fur flew, and I thought, this has been coming so maybe this will break the ice. When they separated after the third round I carried Annabelle off, and approached Thatch, speaking very softly and offering him more party mix. When I got my hands on him, I carried him to the carrier, set him inside, and took the carrier back to the bathroom. He was covered in the poison and little clouds of dust were flying from him.