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Cat got out? Harley had a homing device: Linda. Linda H. and her family recently lost, then found their cat. We asked her to share her story, as this could help someone else find their furry friend!
Shortly after that we had to put our Dachshund, Bubba, to sleep. Sometimes it really hurts having to do the right thing. Harley is about 8 months old now, and we are thankful that he was here. He helped us deal with having to let Bubba go. My husband has found that cats aren't what he thought they were and loves Harley as much as my daughter and I do. Harley is an indoor cat. We're afraid to let him roam for fear he might get hurt. We've only let him outdoors if he's with us and on a leash, and we haven't left our own yard with him. He tries to sneak out, but we try even harder not to let him. He managed to sneak out unnoticed last week (Tuesday). I was the only one home and thought he was upstairs sleeping on my daughter's bed. After about four hours of not seeing him, I started wondering what he was up to. I searched the house, not wanting to believe he wasn't here. When my daughter and husband came home, they searched the house, too. Then the three of us went outside to search the bushes, trees, under the deck. He was gone. It was bitterly cold. He couldn't have picked a worse time to get outside. And we were all extremely worried and upset. Harley is very skittish - he's a great example of a "scaredy cat." That made us even more worried because we were pretty sure he wouldn't let anyone catch him or get him to come inside out of the cold. My daughter and I started calling the veterinary clinics, hospitals, HSHV. We put notices on whatever online sites we could find. We read that cats usually don't go further than five (5) houses when they are lost. My daughter and husband walked the neighborhood calling for him. I made a flier and we made copies to put in the flier cubbies under all the mailboxes in the neighborhood. And we cried and worried for the next three days (the weather was soooo cold!) Thankfully, someone saw our flier and left a phone message on Friday to tell us they had seen our little black cat in their yard, meowing, the night before and that morning. I drove over to that house and started searching bushes and trees, and calling for Harley. I have this silly-sing-song call for him "Harley...kitty, kitty, kitty." I stood in the street in front of that house and called and called. I thought I heard a meow...but didn't see anything. Kept calling...and, hurrah! He came running down the sidewalk meowing very loudly! He was as glad to see me as I was to see him! The house that he was meowing at has the same front entrance as our house. I think he must have thought he was at the right house. He actually was about the distance of five or so houses away from us! Putting the fliers out was what brought Harley home. That and me standing in the middle of the street calling for him. |
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My daughter & friends found
Harley when he was a tiny kitten. He was in some bushes near a busy street,
crying very loudly. We were supposed to keep Harley only until one of the
friends could find an apartment that would allow pets. (At that time we had a
very senior Dachshund who wasn't getting along well and wasn't willing to
share our home with a cat.) My husband didn't want a cat - he claimed he didn't
like cats...but he agreed that the cat could stay with us temporarily. Ha!