We've had a happy weekend here in Raleigh. Mathew Pufftail has returned home to happy hugs and kisses, and the warmth and safety of his adopted home. To say nothing of a steady food supply!
Mathew slipped out the door one evening while his human Sandy was pre-occupied. She didn't notice he was gone until the next morning.
In one of those wacky moments of life imitating art, Sandy called me just about an hour after I had posted my last message on different ways to find a lost dog. Of course her emotions were high, and she was a bit frantic, as I offered my ideas on ways to find Mathew Pufftail.
Sandy asked me to keep an ear out for her cat while I walked my dog Krystal. She thought I might hear the cat calling as I returned to home. Of course, I agreed. All the while I'm quietly wondering to myself about this idea, since my dog Krystal is not overly fond of cats...
For the next 8 days Sandy did all the things she could think of to find her pet. She made and distributed posters, contacted the vet, the local SPCA and other shelters, ran ads in the local newspaper, talked to the post man, seached the neighborhood and local creek, and drove around surrounding neighborhoods stopping to talk with dog walkers and jogging fitness buffs. Everyone was wonderful and supportive. She even met several other Maine Coon cat owners, who had been through similar experiences.
Her stress was multiplied by the fact that Mathew Pufftail was an indoor cat, with no microchip--so he might be found by someone but that persoon might not know how to return him to Sandy.
At church, Sandy's brother Dave ran into Maureen, a true pet person who lived in our neighborhood. He asked her to join in the seach. She came by after Sandy's cat had been missing for 8 days.
That evening, Sandy and Maureen scoured the area with flashlights in hand. At one point Maureen thought she saw Mathew Pufftail. But when both Sandy and I heard the description we thought not. Krystal and I walked Maureen back to her home, and then we continued on our walk.
As we approached our walkway, what should my wondering ears hear? Not the prancing feet of eight reindeer, but the hoarse meow of a cat asking for help!
The cat was still hiding in the bushes. I was concerned for the delicacy of the situation. He could stay and be rescued, or easily get spooked.
I scooped Krystal into my arms, and called out to the cat as I quietly walked to Sandy's front door. It felt like forever before she answered, and I'm not sure if she believed me that we had her beloved Mathew Pufftail within reach.
As he heard her voice, he became more vocal and came out from under the bushes. I saw him first, and verified to her that this indeed was her cat. She didn't recognize him right away, because 8 days in the cold and rain had its affect. But, Mathew Pufftail recognized her and began telling her about his adventure as he slowly made his way up the porch stairs to Sandy.
Sandy was super aware that she needed to let the cat come to her, and once he arrived she scooped him up and gave him a joyful hug.


