Since Thursday morning when Buddy went missing, it's all I can think about. We are besides ourselves, we've searched, postered, nothing. This happened two years and we had to trap him so Steve and I are doing that at night and early in the morning, barely sleeping.
Update: It's 440 a.m. on Monday and I just saw him outside through the window, moving low to the ground near our house, but as soon as I went out he was gone and no response to my calling him. It's maddening, he's the friendliest cat inside. Tonight there are fireworks in our park and I'm terrified for him, this is my worst nightmare. Please come home Buddy. He must be hungry, it's been more than four days since he's eaten.
On Saturday my cell phone rang and a guy said he had Buddy, I was so excited. Then he said he wanted a reward. I said sure, of course, but he wouldn't take cash, only an etransfer. Of course he was trying to scam me, but I was so upset, I was begging him and crying. When we came up with a trick question it was obvious he didn't have Buddy, but what kind of scumbag tries to extort money over somebody's lost cat.
I found somebody who nets cats and they came down yesterday to try to catch Teddy but still no luck. He is smart. One of the boat owners was giving us a hard time and called us sick in the head for feeding the cats. All in all I'm feeling pretty beat up right now.
Life marches on though, and Joanne and I had kittens to take to the vet on Friday. We took four in, and yesterday caught two more. Lives that won't be lived on the street.
|Charlie at the vet|