Warning. Excessive gushing and happiness contained in this OP
Oreo is finally home!
Oreo is my black and white cat who’s been missing for a month. He disappeared while my husband and I were out of town for the Memorial weekend and we just found him last night!
He got out when our apartment complex decided to paint our second story balcony (over a holiday weekend :rolleyes: ) by ripping down the screens and climbing over the rail. Oreo loved to watch the birds from our balcony and must have found the possiblity of catching one too tempting. We were in Georgia at the time visiting my father-in-law. Imagine coming home and finding out your little boy has disappeared.
Fast forward past a month’s worth of heartache and hard work trying to find him to Sunday night. We were coming back from the mall and I heard the phone ring as I opened the front door. The lady on the other end said that she’d seen a cat matching his description at the nearby Wal-Mart (about 3 miles away)She’d caught him in the garden center and gave him to the manager. We frantically called Wal-Mart and they said, “Oh, he’s still here. Would you like to come see him?”
We ran to the car, sped to Wal-Mart and lo and behold it was our Oreo. God, I cried my eyes out that night from the sheer joy of simply having him back. The best part is that the vet gave him a clean bill of health. He’s none the worse for wear for his little “adventure”.
Congratulations! I’m glad to hear you have your cat back. It always breaks my heart when I see “lost pet” signs, and I’m glad this had a happy ending. Give Oreo a hug for me!
Oreo is so happy to be home, too!
He spent the entire night on our bed, purring away.
He didn’t even mind when I clipped his claws (he usually makes a big scene) or when we removed a few ticks. (shudder)
My husband and I are on cloud nine.
adam yax: now i’ve got the blasted song stuck in my head. I just wish he had come back “the very next day”. Would’ve saved a lot of heartache.
My dog ran away when I was…I don’t even know how old I was. Maybe 6 or 7. I didn’t get too attached to him because I was too young and he wasn’t allowed in the house. But I’m now 34 and it still bothers me a little.
I guess what I’m saying is, I can relate to your worry and frustration. I’m so glad that those feelings were replaced with ** relief ** in the end!
I’m so glad you got your cat back. I’ve got 3 of my own and I would miss them so much I don’t even like to think of it. When we moved, I couldn’t find my elder-cat for 3 days. I though I’d lost him. What a relief to get him back!
A few years ago I lived with a roommate who was a little air headed. She was always leaving the front door open when bringing in groceries or other things. My cats would run out. And she would never notice. I would come home and find my cats running about in front of my building, or pawing at the door trying to get back in. One day, my roomie let the cats out and one of my cats (named Oreo, no less) never came back. I looked for weeks, no luck. I never forgave my roommate for that one. I moved out on my own shortly after that.
I am glad that you had better luck getting your cat back!
I had a Siamese escape artist kitty a few years ago. Lady would bolt when the door opened, once snuck out the balcony door and jumped two stories, and later learned to open the sliding glass dorr if it wasn’t locked. She was amazing. She also gave me a heart attack each time, because the house was against a hill where coyotes regularly roam. Lost cats in my neighborhood usually meant the coyotes were well fed.
Fortunately, Lady always turned up. Inigo, my current cat, is also fascinated by the outdoors. I spent $5 and got a name tag for him with my phone number on it, in case he ever does get lost in an outdoor adventure.
I’m thrilled for you, chris! It’s amazing that he went so far–indoor cats usually stay within a couple acres of their home when they get out. Be sure you get him to a vet to make sure all’s well, and then give him a great big hug for me. That’s awesome!
I’m so happy for you, your family and kitty! I hate that panicky feeling that comes over you when you first lose an pet and the lingering feeling of dread, not knowing what has happened to them. On the second day I moved to NJ, my Ursula dog managed to squeeze out of my car. She was only gone for about 20 minutes but I yelled myself hoarse for her. How incredible it was to hear her dog tags tinkling in the distance as she came running back.
Relief and happiness is such a great counterpoint to those awful feelings. Congrats!
