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I am so sorry, and hope you find him soon.
I had a foster cat escape accidentally and I was beside myself. One thing I did was to pay 2 neighborhood kids $10 each to put signs up all over describing the cat and offering a reward.
The rescue people said not to give up hope when I called them. They said she had been here long enough to know where she had to return to, and she might return in a few days.
That night I opened the door at about 3 am and VERY loudly poured some dry food into a metal bowl and put it down. I waited a few minutes and then peeked out,. and sure enough, there was Fiona. And she had brought home some friends. LOL I haven't been able to catch the friends though, wish I could have.
When she saw me, she sat down. I walked over to her, pointed to the door and said, "Get your butt in that house." She got up and walked in. Never went near the door again. It was cold out there.
Try that at intervals during the night, since that's when their instinct to hunt or search for food kicks in. Maybe you'll be lucky.
My thoughts are with you.
I had a foster cat escape accidentally and I was beside myself. One thing I did was to pay 2 neighborhood kids $10 each to put signs up all over describing the cat and offering a reward.
The rescue people said not to give up hope when I called them. They said she had been here long enough to know where she had to return to, and she might return in a few days.
That night I opened the door at about 3 am and VERY loudly poured some dry food into a metal bowl and put it down. I waited a few minutes and then peeked out,. and sure enough, there was Fiona. And she had brought home some friends. LOL I haven't been able to catch the friends though, wish I could have.
When she saw me, she sat down. I walked over to her, pointed to the door and said, "Get your butt in that house." She got up and walked in. Never went near the door again. It was cold out there.
Try that at intervals during the night, since that's when their instinct to hunt or search for food kicks in. Maybe you'll be lucky.
My thoughts are with you.