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Why does it seem that it is always our "favorite" that goes missing? Is it because even though we try to give all cats equal care and attention we always have one that we like just a little more than the others and maybe the other cats don't like it?
Anyway, my cat, Queenie has been gone for a week and I'm devastated. I spent a few days reading Norachan's ordeal with her beloved cat George whom she never was able to locate. I feel her pain. That thread is packed with all sorts of tips on what to do when your cat is missing and I was so grateful to have it to read.
This particular cat was one that was pregnant when I began feeding her but I was unable to get her inside before she gave birth. She had her kittens underneath a neighbor's house. I had to be stealthy and follow her back to her nest one night after I fed her to see where they were. Once I knew where they were I was able gain her trust and take them all out there when the kittens were about five weeks old. I kept them all in my guest room until her milk dried up and I could take her to be spayed. During that time my husband built an outdoor enclosure because I had already been taking care of two of her boyfriends and we needed a place to shelter all of them. I also have two full time indoor residents.
Once the kittens were old enough I began to transition them to the outdoor enclosure only letting them out for brief periods and locking them in at night. I did that for several weeks and then I began leaving the cat door open for them 24 hours so the boyfriends could also begin using it to get out of the rain and to sleep at night. I was also getting ready to go on vacation and thought it would be easier for my cat sitter to not have to worry about who was where and at what time. All seemed fine while I was on vacation but when I returned I began noticing that Queenie was spending less and less time in the shelter. Instead of lying in her comfortable bed, she was choosing to lie behind a large truck toolbox and the fence. I thought maybe she just preferred being by herself. Now, in hindsight, I think she was having disputes with one of the males and that he has driven her away.
I have been watching the house she chose to hide her kittens under and I have a trail camera on order. I have also been scouting other houses for possible hidden cat dens. These are the places where I will begin my surveillance.
I empathize with everyone who's missing a cat no matter how long they've been gone. I read this gut wrenching feeling will always be there for our beloved but absent cats.
Anyway, my cat, Queenie has been gone for a week and I'm devastated. I spent a few days reading Norachan's ordeal with her beloved cat George whom she never was able to locate. I feel her pain. That thread is packed with all sorts of tips on what to do when your cat is missing and I was so grateful to have it to read.
This particular cat was one that was pregnant when I began feeding her but I was unable to get her inside before she gave birth. She had her kittens underneath a neighbor's house. I had to be stealthy and follow her back to her nest one night after I fed her to see where they were. Once I knew where they were I was able gain her trust and take them all out there when the kittens were about five weeks old. I kept them all in my guest room until her milk dried up and I could take her to be spayed. During that time my husband built an outdoor enclosure because I had already been taking care of two of her boyfriends and we needed a place to shelter all of them. I also have two full time indoor residents.
Once the kittens were old enough I began to transition them to the outdoor enclosure only letting them out for brief periods and locking them in at night. I did that for several weeks and then I began leaving the cat door open for them 24 hours so the boyfriends could also begin using it to get out of the rain and to sleep at night. I was also getting ready to go on vacation and thought it would be easier for my cat sitter to not have to worry about who was where and at what time. All seemed fine while I was on vacation but when I returned I began noticing that Queenie was spending less and less time in the shelter. Instead of lying in her comfortable bed, she was choosing to lie behind a large truck toolbox and the fence. I thought maybe she just preferred being by herself. Now, in hindsight, I think she was having disputes with one of the males and that he has driven her away.
I have been watching the house she chose to hide her kittens under and I have a trail camera on order. I have also been scouting other houses for possible hidden cat dens. These are the places where I will begin my surveillance.
I empathize with everyone who's missing a cat no matter how long they've been gone. I read this gut wrenching feeling will always be there for our beloved but absent cats.