Have you and your neighbors thought about going to the press? While one missing cat sadly wouldn’t be newsworthy, an entire neighborhood of missing cats seems like it would be. Maybe not front page material, but newsworthy. I find this very disturbing, and I am sure people in other neighborhoods would like to know this has happened so they can keep closer watch on their own pets.
Czarcasm, I am so sorry about your lost kitty. I have had really elightful cats for years and it is always hard to lose one naturally, but to think someone may have stolen your THE Cat is dispicable.
I now have 2 Australian shepherds that I only let into the yard when I am at home, and only for a limited amount of time. If I hear them barking at something for more than just a “hey, this is OUR yard” kind of deal, I go out to check and if they’re just having fun listening to their own barks, I bring them in. I am really afraid some maniac will steal or harm my dogs; that would just kill me. Reading your story sent shivers up my back.
I had my puppers tatooed (inner thigh) for this very reason as I undertsand animal testing labs do not accept tatooed animals.
Good for you for rescuing another kitty, too.
The pile-of-cats-police-guy should fall into a very deep hole.
Depending on where you are, I would second a the suggestion that it could be a coyote. And coyotes are in urban areas almost throughout the U.S. by now.
Not necessarily. An Audobon Society report on a coyote problem in Lake Oswego seven years ago mentions missing cats but not dogs.
That was my first suspicion too. I’d definitely call the local media, especially since the police don’t seem to be taking an entire neighborhood full of cats disapperaing seriously.
Portland, Orregun?
I second (or third?) the suggestion that there might be a sociopath-in-training in your neighborhood. My first thought when I hear about a pattern of missing animals is that some sick kid is hurting them somehow.
I’m glad that Zippy has found a good home and hope that THE Cat comes home to join her.
This is awful. And why my kits don’t ever go outside.
When I was a kid we had a gorgeous, huge persian cat named Darius. He was sweet as could be. Every night my parents let him out to roam the neighborhood. He disappeared one day. He did come back to us but not for long-he’d been poisoned. I couldn’t bear for that to happen to one of mine.
But there’s some good in this, for Zippy anyway. She seems properly appreciative. She ought to have you trained in no time. 
No, that would be Portland, Orygone.
BTW, she is getting used to her new house, and she is responding(with the proper bribes of tuna, of course) to her new name.
Persephone.
It’s my little way of remembering a friend.
I hope you find your feline friend! One thing I’ve learned about cats: one in perhaps 100 will stay with you if they are outdoor cats. My old Siamese mutt Sheba was one of those, and I’ll never let her outside again, because I couldn’t bear to lose her.
My prayers are with you.
Here, kitty, kitty!
Ah, Zippy was good, but this is better.
Wow, Czar. What a story! We just took in a new stray, too. We named her Great Whore Jezebel. A biblical name. We call her Jezzie. Take care of little Persephone.