If you are sick of reading my struggles with our missing cat, then you probably aren’t reading this right now. You saw the tweet or the post on Facebook and rolled your eyes and scrolled through your stream.
If you are instead heartsick with me over the loss of a beloved pet, then bear with me as I list everything I’ve done to find this animal, and please tell me if you have new ideas.
Late night, early morning cat food bag shaking.
Anytime of day calling for her.
Trapping. With tuna fish.
“Lost Kitty” sign posting.
I’ve sent more than one email to our local community listserve, filed reports with the DC and Prince George’s animal shelters. I dragged my friend Rachel to go with me to the PG complex where we tried really hard to not make eye contact with any forlorn animals.
I used a pet rescue service where a volunteer brought her dog to sniff out Fluffy’s whereabouts. It yielded five places she’d been but she wasn’t in any of them at the time. Nor has she been there on my return visits.
I’ve knocked on doors. Trespassed into my neighbors’ yards. Brought Fang outside in her carrier hoping her meows and scent would call her sister home.
As mentioned before, my town councilwoman has been awesome. My friends have been outstanding. Two friends dreamed this weekend that she came back. Fluffy is not far from the minds of my inner circle.
And hopefully she’s still not far from home.
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My sweet, wonderful friend. You have done more than most would. You just have to keep trying. For her and yourself. How about canvassing the neighborhood and leaving the “lost” signs with her pic at people’s houses since you can’t post them.
Some of my neighbors have actually agreed to post the yard signs in their lawns. We will find her. I just have to believe!