He was always an indoor-only kitty, but 3 nights ago he darted out the back door and went immediately though a hole in the neighbor’s fence. We sat up for hours thinking he’d come home after he’d had his little adventure, but he didn’t.
Having left the door open all night, when he wasn’t home for breakfast the next morning, we were sure he was permanently lost. Much sadness.
The morning after that, in full grieving mode, I went around the neighborhood with flyers, but without any real hope. He stayed gone all that day and all that night, Night #2 of being lost. Next morning, still nothing, and we KNEW he was dead.
But then I read some blog posts about lost cats, and they said a lot of lost cats get immediately freaked out, and hide themselves good and well. They can stay hidden for days, fear being a more powerful motivator than hunger. So we kept calling over all the backyard fences, again and again. Some people said nighttime was the best time to search because the cat gets bolder under cover of darkness, so I went out at about 8pm calling his name.
Still nothing, but my partner went out right after that and said “Mew” very softly all along the fence. Finally the cat said “Mew” back, very soft. They continued this conversation for some time, until we finally laid eyes on him with a flashlight over the fence. It was really him, but he couldn’t get back through the same fence he’d easily slipped through the first night.
So we broke down the fence with a hammer. That of course freaked out the cat some more, and he disappeared. I sat on the ground near the hole in the fence till I got too cold, then dragged out a dining room chair, prepared to wait all night.
About 10 minutes later, his little face appeared in the fence hole (“Mew?”), then his left paw, then his right paw, then he was through. 10 minutes after that (about long enough for us to brick up the back door) he was acting like nothing had happened. Not a scratch on him, not a drop of water, nary a pine needle, not a single flea. The eighth stage of grief, for us, turned out to be “Oh wait, never mind.”
Yesterday afternoon I was going to post a boo-hoo, lost my kitty thread, and stopped myself. But now I want to post this one in the spirit of a PSA – if you lose your cat, don’t give up too soon, and keep in mind the hiding instinct is very powerful. He or she could be just over the fence 2 feet from you, too scared to make a noise for days and days.
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