I slept like crap last night. I slept good Saturday and Sunday, with the manfriend. I feel safe with him. Why does he have to make me like him so much?
Still no word on my little kitter butt. Thank you for all the kind thoughts. Keep us in your daily thoughts. I firmly believe in the law of attraction.
I also believe that every bad/tragic thing happens for a reason, and the thing to ask during these times is.."what leasson am I to learn from this". Which, I've been asking the universe this. Nothing comes to mind whatsoever. I really thought (with my morbid mind) I would find a dead body in the woods while searching. Maybe I was meant to find someones missing person on my search for my missing cat? Really, that's how I think.
My gut tells me that she is ok, somewhere. My eyes hurt from crying so much. My manfriend put a cold three olives bottle on my swollen eyes when he was there. That's love.
My efforts last night consisted of me grabbing two grocery bags of used cat litter, a baggie, and making a Hansel and Gretel trail of stinkies in the woods behind my house. At the time I didn't find the humor in it. Now, it is kind of funny. But, nothing I wouldn't do for my kitty to come home!
I read online that indoor cats usually stay within a 5 house radius and will not come when you call them, no matter what you think your cat would or wouldn't do. And they'd rather starve than come out of hiding. The best thing to do is to make the territory smell like theirs. She may look big but she's a tiny little thing under all that fur.
I'm most sad that her babies are sad. When they hear each other's bells, they look like, ..."Mom?"... They stare out the windows, and I know its not the usual cat window watching because it's at night. They aren't even comforting each other. When Fizzgig was home, they were a happy cat pile of purrs. Now, they are separated, and seem to be pissed at each other. They aren't even sleeping with me, and it use to be a struggle to fit all their fluffy butts on my pillow at night. She's the furry kitty glue that holds the family together.
I feel like she is OK. I have to keep positive about it. That's all I can do. I read countless stories online yesterday about cats who are gone weeks, months, years and they were indoor cats too. And I posted to my catster account that she is missing, and got lots of support from fellow kitty lovers there. Anyone kind enough to take in a lost cat, has to know that there is someone heartbroken that she is gone. Anyone have any returned animal stories? They make me feel better.
I went last Friday out with people from High School. But, I don't much feel like blogging it just yet. My heart still hurts. And, I feel guilty for going cus she got out sometime before I left.
8 comments:
Well it's not a cat story but a dog story..
When I was about 12 years old my Dad took me and Molly (one of our dogs) to the mountains about 60 miles away to hike. At one point Molly caught a scent of something and took off... we searched for hours.. Nothing. My dad went back to the mountains everyday for a week looking for her... nothing... One morning while feeding the animals he looked up and there she was... she made it 60 miles home by herself! She was a little dehydrated and starving but she made it home!
this just breaks my heart every time I think about it. Have you tried looking under stuff? cars, porches... That's where my cat always hides.
She's such a pretty cat. I can't wait for her to come home. When she does, she'll act like nothing happened... like she went to the store to get the newspaper.
Yes! My friend's cat was gone for months. She did exactly what you're doing. She kept putting up signs, replacing them when they got tattered and faded, and finally a lady called her and said, "Hey, I think the scared kitty I've been feeding belongs to you!" They were reunited and lived happily ever after :-)
Fizz, I've heard countless stories of kitties and dogs gone missing only to be rediscovered months later. Five miles is actually quite a radius and if an elderly person found Fizzgig, he/she may not look outside his/her neighborhood street. I know that's frustrating but could be a possibility. Perhaps this coming weekend, if she's not home yet (praying she is!), then you could drive a mile or so around your street and actually walk up and down knocking on doors? Literally, door to door to door - someone may have heard something. I like your determination and loyalty and spreading used kitty litter doesn't sound all that odd to me! That's a great idea and maybe it will lead her home if she is just hiding out. Hugs to you...hang in there.
OMG! These kind of stories always cause me to get all misty-eyed... and I'm a bloke.
I've lived with cats my entire life, but there's not much I can say right now that'll help except that I hope Fizzgig gets home.
Good thoughts are heading her way from Oz.
I think you are doing the right thing with the kitty litter, btw.
Damn... I wish I was more articulate.
ms megan:
its still inspiring! I know it can happen and it helps to hear them!
Maxie:
I did, the bad part is the woods are behind my house and there are probably a billion places to hide in the woods.
Mike
I know, I imagine her doing that. just being all non chalant.
Suzi:
yay! that is wonderful!
Merider:
thank you! I have faith shes coming home. It's just a matter of when. She's a tough little cookie. She had 6 kittens for petes sake!
Dave:
thanks!! I miss her kitty purrs on my pillow at night! =(
First of all - totally not your fault that she got out. Cats look for ANY reason to escape - mine has gotten out a ton when I was just bringing in the groceries!
And you know, someone probably is feeding her right now and that is why she hasn't come back yet... she'll come around when she figures her way home. Cats always know their owner and their own house :-)
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