I'll tell you one more thing too..... I told Juan to NOT say one word to that dud about us going in his house to get our cat.
Even if he says, oh my god, how did she get there?
He will then know that we know. And we have animals to protect over here. I would have to hurt him bad if someone poisoned all my babies. I have their enclosure padlocked. Even if Juan is gullible, I know and FEEL the truth of this.
And Gracie you might think I am crazy. Juan does. But a few nights ago I had this very vivid dream that someone close by had her in their house. I could not see any faces but I heard people discussing in my dream 'me calling mama. In my dream, she heard me and wanted out and it bothered them. They were discussing that I was not going to give up and they might as well let her out.
After that dream, and I believe in some dreams, I made my efferts to get her to hear me with renewed vigor. My voice would crack as I cried when calling. I would call from 1-3am every night for a three week period. I spotlighted across their yards and others trying to find her little kitty eyes. I did see a huge deer in the yard that took my breath away. It was eating. I saw it's head raise higher and higher and the hair on the back of the neck stood up. Until it left I wasn't sure what it was. I saw it's back and knew it was a couple deer eating a midnight snack.
I had that dream and sometimes people just know things. At that point I told Juan we would find her on someones porch. I made him drive 5 mph past all house so I could look at the porches. I was convinced after the dream that someone had her and they had to be close if my calling bothered them. So the two closest houses, I bombarded with yelling her name nightly. I did not want her to forget me.
But what I had been doing was when i would come home at 1am from work, is spend two hrs calling her during prime people sleep time......unless you are a cat. I bribed her, saying her name and calling kitty kitty mama. I would stand outside and scream her name at the top of my lungs in a funnel wanting and praying for her to hear me. I know it drove them nuts.. Sounds carries a long way at night with no other sounds. At these times I could hear a meow but could not decern where it was coming from. We searched our attic. We took boards down from around the outside and hoping she was trapped under the house. We searched high and low. The roof, the woods.........everywhere.
Everyone down here knows me as the cat woman. There is a man who works for the shelter a mile down the road and he calls me the cat woman as well...... He thinks we have a great thing going on here and we do. These are lucky little ferals.
When we drove by yesterday and saw her in the window, she was staring at us drive by. When we opened the door to the basement, she ran from us at first.. One familiar touch was all it took and she was mine again. She had to take a bath as she was filthy. There were things in this basement that could hurt her. Filthy dusty glass was stacked all along one wall. there was an old bench press and trash was everywhere. There were old stove and ice boxes that she could have gotten inside. The old staircase at on e time went upstairs but had been blocked off. There is a trapdoor leading to the interior of the house. That must be how they got her inside the house without carrying her. She was afraid at first. I just barely touched her on top of her head and then backoff and said her name and she jumped to me. She remembered my love for her and she wanted to come home. She lay her little head in the crook of my arm the entire way. I kissed her over and over in spite of her dirt and dust covered body. I fed her instantly. She drank tons of water last night. She was so thirsty. And she was pretty fat before but she has lost at least 6-7 lbs. She is a lightweight now. I figured she was vitimin deprived so her first meal was raw complete with all the vitamens in it. I had made it two days earlier so it was real fresh. She ate that plus cat kibbles. And some cat snacks. She lay in our laps and snuggled and purred all night. I sat up with her most of the night holding her and making sure she knew that she was home. Tink groomed her half the night as did her kittens who are grown now. Muffin groomed her. Everyone knew I was calling mama and they were all glad for her to be home.
I also think that he planned this.. He said he could not have cats in the house since his girlfriend was allergic....... This might be true but we don't see her much over there. Toe killed a mouse recently. The remains he put by our front door after he ate his feel. it is the only mouse we have ever seen. We don't and have never had mouse droppings either. The cats keep them away. But I bet, his house is overrun with mice. I suspect that's why he wanted one of our cats.
And you know, I would NEVER do a loaner cat for kill mice.
It is just too much of a considence for me to believe that two cats appeared in his house area. An upstairs balcony with no entrance but to a house door. And one in a basement.
The miracle is that basement window. It is the only window that is not shut tight like a drum. We saw her sitting on the sill watching us...
the more I think of it, the more I am convinced that saying nothing to him is the best thing to do. We dont' see them much... The rear of their house is toward us. When they got home last night, they saw my sign gone and then when they got home they saw she was gone...... That is good enough. They know we know OR they might think she got out but I saw no exit when i was in there. She was put there.......
But I have to be good because I have the others to think about.
One thing I did do on purpose while I was in there was scoot the dusty weight bench over about 10". He will see the dust trails from the runners on the bottom. He will "know someone was there" and might suspect us since mama was our cat, but what can he say... "Hey, did you come in my house and take back the cat I stole???" I find that helarious. He certainly can't call the police and tell them we illegally entered his property and took back our animal that he stole... They would laugh at him. The best way to handle this is to say and do nothing and make sure it cannot happen again.
Right now we have the definate upper hand on the situation. He knows ---that we know--- that he stole two cats.... He knows.. It is bugging him bad too.. hahahahahahaha. And I love that fact. Not saying anything will bug him more than anything... He can't say anything. He probably wonders if we are going to call the police. He probably has some story planned. I bet after this he avoids us like the plague. And I think that is best.
I might add that is is a good thing the door was unlocked. When Juan came back from around the front to see if anyone was home, I was saying, "break the window. I am not leaving her here"..... He said wait, the door is open......
If the door had been locked, she would have still come home with us. We would not have left her behind. Good thing we don't have any neighbors that watched our activities.