A cat "tail" for cat lovers and cat so-so-ers alike

Whether it be a lack of allergies, or love of the feline species.  Last fall I found myself - single with 3 cats in tow - in a large house.  Yes, I was scarily close to becoming a "cat lady".... yikes (oh well).  Anyway, a little over three weeks ago, one of my cats escaped and...

Well, let's back up a little here.  As I said I have three cats:

Kenya - the boss cat (still under the impression that she owns me)

Sugar - the scaredy cat (also the pretty one - I think)

 

and Spice - the goofy cat.

I love all my cats, but Spice is kind of a special cat.  She entertains guests, likes to cuddle, purrs the loudest and has recently tried her hand at playing RPG games (or at least the dice-rolling part).

Anyway, Spice also has a knack for escaping outside, CONSTANTLY! Usually she's pretty easy to catch, and when I don't catch her - she comes back.  So a few weeks ago when she escaped out the door for the third time that day - I figured she'd be back soon.  I figured wrong.  Several hours later, I was coming the streets with a flashlight and the significant in tow.  That night I couldn't sleep, thinking every screech was a meow and waking up to check the door constantly.

Next, I took action! In the following 48 hours - I made a couple Craigslists ad, made an animal humane society ad, called local shelters, posted lost cat signs, and distributed fliers to peoples doors.  I went on daily cat search walks, talked to neighbors, and put out food.  After a couple weeks - I wouldn't say I lost all hope, but I felt for personal sanity I needed to limit my efforts and get on with life.

So that's why when I missed a call from a number I didn't recognize - I assumed it was something from work (don't program work numbers into personal phone).  Instead it was a gruff voice saying I think I have your cat!  I couldn't believe it - I called back right away and while talking to him enough of the story matched that I said I would come right over and check it out.

So as I drove up to the determined house - I saw a cat outside and it wasn't Spice.  My spirits drooped a bit, but I figured I should still go up and say thanks and hi to the nice people who had thought to call.  When I got up the porch, they saw the look in my eye and quickly told me that the cat outside was theirs, and mine was outback. And guess what - they were right! It was Spice.

The people told me they were calling her cuddles because she is such a sweetheart, and though I didn't have much doubt, that assured me that this cat was mine.