OK everyone....sorry it's taken me so long to post this news.....FOSTER is FREE!
If you'd like to know how the events unfolded, read on. This IS LONG!
I left at 9:00 am for an eye doctor appt. When I was on my way there, I decided to call this guy again on his cell phone. They didn't answer, so I left a message. It went something like this......"hi Alex, this is Sophie again. Sorry to keep bothering you with this. I was just wondering what time you were coming home today. I ask because before I left last night, I went to the other side of your property, to the police union hall, and looked over your fence from that side....and unfortunatlely, my cat IS in your shed. There is a crack in the door and I can see him in it when I call his name. Maybe once he gets out, you can check and see if there is a way he got in there on his own and we can block it off....that way, this won't happen again. Anway, you can reach me at my home number at xxx-xxxx or my cell at xxx-xxxx. Thanks and bye."
When I got to my house, I called Kathleen, a volunteer I know with Lafayette Animal Aid and talked to her about it. She said her son is a locksmith and he would gladly come over and get my cat out. She said he would cut the lock and then he could sell me a new one to replace it. But, she thought it might be better if I went through the proper channels so to speak...and call the cops who could get me in touch with animal control and they would come get it out. So I called the police department (not 911) but no one answered. So I did call 911...guess what? No one answered. I let it ring between 10 & 15 times. How messed up is that?!! So I called the desk sargeant and he put me in touch with the dispatcher. I told her what was going on and that I wanted her to put me through to animal control. She said she would just send an officer out. In the meantime, while waiting for the officer to get here, I went to make sure that he was still in there....that he hadn't been let out yet. From my house, I can't see if the neighbor's car is under their carport. So, it's raining out, but I ran over to the police union hall side and climbed up on the fence...I called his name out, but he never would come in view of the crack in the doors. If he was meowing, I couldn't hear him because it was raining on a metal building. So, I went around to the house that is for sale between us. The house was being shown and there were 5 cars there with all the people under the carport. I just went about my business. Just as I reached the shed, my cell phone rang. It was Kathleen's son. We talked for a bit and he told me he could come and get the cat out without damaging their lock and they would never know. I told him we couldn't do that now since I had called the guy and told him that I SAW my cat in his shed. If he came home and Foster wasn't in there anymore and his lock was intact, he'd probably question how I got him out. Plus I told him the police were on the way, so I'd just have to wait and see what happens. So I went back home and waited for the cop on my front porch. He showed up about 5 minutes later. I told him what was going on and he said there was nothing he could do. I asked him about animal control and he told me they would not come out for something like this on a weekend. They only come out if it's a rabid animal or some other reason I can't remember right now. So I asked him what do I do. He said you can do 2 things....you can wait for the homeowners to come home and let the cat out...or if that doesn't happen, you can wait unitl Monday to call animal control. Calling animal control, he told me, might result in me getting a ticket because my cat was out roaming and not contained. So we talked a bit more and I asked him, "so what can I do?" And he said, just what I told you awhile ago......and I said, "no, what can I do?" empahsizing on the "I"....and then he realized what I meant and he said I couldn't go in their yard to get the cat out myself. He said if I did that, it would be considered burglary. I think he meant breaking and entering. So as this point, all I could do was wait on the homeowners. So I went back inside and continued the major cleaning I was doing in some rooms in my house. The rooms I was working on happen to be on the side of the house that looks out towards this neighbors house...so I had all the blinds open and I spent soooo much time looking out those windows waiting to see them drive up. Finally, at 4:00 in the afternoon, I started to worry that it would be really late when they came in and I might be gone back home already. So I decided to go get some more food to Foster. I was weary of trying that earlier for fear that they would drive up and catch me in their yard. So I got some food, a small cup, and rolled up a piece of paper and taped it...basically made a tube out of it. I went and knocked on their door first to make sure no one was home....no one was. I went around and jumped the fence...as soon as Foster heard that, he started meowing. I went around put the food in the cup, put the tube through the crack, and poured the food into and let it fall on the floor. He started eating right away.....then I hauled it out of there and went back home. I went back inside and proceeded to scrub my bathroom floor....on my hands and knees. When I finished, it was 4:30....I looked outside and realized they had gotten home. I was happy, but at the same time, I panicked a little bit. I was afraid that Foster maybe had not eaten all of the food and they would see it when they opened it up and know that I was in their yard. Oh well. I went to a room at the back on my house where I had a good view of the shed. I sat on the floor and pushed up one of the blind slats and sat there and watched. I was wanting to see them go and unlock the shed. Well, lo and behold, while I was watching, Foster comes walking out from under their house. They had already let him out. So I went outside and called for him. I didn't do it very loud as I didn't want them to hear me....don't ask me why, I just didn't. So, it took about 10 minutes before he showed up.......so he's home now. Unfortunately for him, he is now locked up in my garage with his food and water, a litter box, and his little rigid foamboard house filled with hay that I made for him once it got cold. Oddly enough, the neighbors never made any attempt to contact me. I'm not sure what to think about that.