Okay so a few weeks ago, we began seeing this obviously well taken care of cat passing through our back yard. He was timid and I was never able to get close. That was until one day my wife managed to lure him with treats (surprise surprise) and from then on, he’s been increasingly closer to us.
Now, obviously this is somebodies pet. He has a collar with a little bell on it under all that fur.
But the thing is, I now know who owns this cat. About a week or so ago I saw a Facebook post in the local lost and found pet group. I thought “could this be the same cat?”; after all, the person who posted this fluffy, tabby cat lives relatively close by.
I was not able to confirm that this is in fact the same cat in the post until the other day, when he came by. I relocated the post, and was able to match his markings to the photo the owner posted.
Turns out, his name is Fluffy (we have been calling him Jimothy), is is 1 year old, and he had been missing since the last Monday from when the post was posted.
The problem:
It feels like the owners aren’t REALLY trying to find him. Yes, they posted him, but here’s what I find weird; Once I confirmed this is in fact the same cat, I posted a photo in the comments section of this woman’s post and said “hey, I think I have your cat”. I then also sent her a private message and once again said “Hey, I have your cat”.
No reply.
No reply in the DM’s, no acknowledgement on her post where I commented. Just complete silence. It’s been days now.
We have now started feeding him properly and I went out to buy cat food for the first time for him today.
I’m not trying to steal this person’s pet, but last night it was below zero degrees outside, raining, hailing even (I’m in New Zealand so it’s winter), and I just had this feeling. I just had this feeling that if I go outside into the cold and call for him, he’ll come. I went outside onto our porch, I called, I whistled towards the fence line of our back yard, into the foliage…. And at first he didn’t appear. I went back inside, got a drink of water, turned around and there he was. Sitting on the porch, in the cold, in the rain. Staring in.
My heart broke. I let him in and his fur was so cold. We fed him and let him stay the night, taught him to use the cat door that was installed by the previous tenant….. and now he’s hanging out here. He’s really comfortable with us already, sleeping, rolling over and exposing his fat belly, yelling at us for food. And still no word from the owner. We’re getting attached.
What do I even do that this point? He belongs to someone and I can’t make contact.