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Live is much better today than yesterday.
Yesterday about noon, we noticed that Tiger/Sassy/Baby/Mr. Kitty was missing. About the same time we heard one big snarl in the front yard. We realized that my wife had gone out to get the mail and the Cat may have gotten out the front door. He is allowed out the back door to roam the yard, at this point he hasn't tried climbing the fence and going beyond.
Anyway, we think he had his first encounter with another cat, a big black one. My guess is that lit out of there as fast as his little paws could take him. We confirmed he was gone by shaking his treat bag. He never misses a treat. We all walked the neighborhood several times (shaking the treat bag and calling any of the above names). No response by the scaredy kat. We put water and food by both front and back doors and hoped he would come out when the street got quiet.
We kept checking the outside and the neighborhood throughout the evening. As I was going to head to a restless night sleep I made one more check out the front door. I whistled a couple times and heard a mournful meow. My son and girlfriend immediately heard the same through their open window and came running out.
I wasn't sure it was him. I walked to the area where my son saw the eyes looking at him. As I crouched down he snarled at me. About that time my son had a flashlight showing on him and I knew he was ours. I spoke to him softly and he gladly let me pick him up. Our baby was home.
I can't imagine what he went through in that time away from home. I know he was traumatized out in that cruel world, but he seems to recovered and back to normal. Likely he has a new view on the great outdoors. (maybe he liked it?)
Monday he goes under the knife. I doubt he would get anywhere near another cat, but you never know. More trauma and drama to come...
Yesterday about noon, we noticed that Tiger/Sassy/Baby/Mr. Kitty was missing. About the same time we heard one big snarl in the front yard. We realized that my wife had gone out to get the mail and the Cat may have gotten out the front door. He is allowed out the back door to roam the yard, at this point he hasn't tried climbing the fence and going beyond.
Anyway, we think he had his first encounter with another cat, a big black one. My guess is that lit out of there as fast as his little paws could take him. We confirmed he was gone by shaking his treat bag. He never misses a treat. We all walked the neighborhood several times (shaking the treat bag and calling any of the above names). No response by the scaredy kat. We put water and food by both front and back doors and hoped he would come out when the street got quiet.
We kept checking the outside and the neighborhood throughout the evening. As I was going to head to a restless night sleep I made one more check out the front door. I whistled a couple times and heard a mournful meow. My son and girlfriend immediately heard the same through their open window and came running out.
I wasn't sure it was him. I walked to the area where my son saw the eyes looking at him. As I crouched down he snarled at me. About that time my son had a flashlight showing on him and I knew he was ours. I spoke to him softly and he gladly let me pick him up. Our baby was home.
I can't imagine what he went through in that time away from home. I know he was traumatized out in that cruel world, but he seems to recovered and back to normal. Likely he has a new view on the great outdoors. (maybe he liked it?)
Monday he goes under the knife. I doubt he would get anywhere near another cat, but you never know. More trauma and drama to come...