You were all very kind when I vented last week and whined about having one cat put to sleep and having the other one go missing the next day, and I wanted to say thank you. I have never, ever lost or gotten rid of a pet – it is a commitment I make to have them for the duration of their lives, no matter what, so to have one choose to run away from me was hard. Not knowing if he was dead, or trapped somewhere, or lost is something I hope to never have to experience again. Plus the disbelief that he actually ran away FROM ME didn’t help. I have spent the last week either at work or out hunting for him, or staring out the window and hoping to see him…and last night I did. He was on our back porch, but when I went to let him in he ran away again. The same thing happened tonight, too – he was sitting on the porch looking up at the door like he wanted to come in, but when the door opened he took off. Sigh.
And then the guilt hit. Maybe he has been trying to get in for days and I didn’t see him? Maybe he is upset because the door is shut (not logical, but again, guilt). I can’t leave the door open, because when I open the connecting door he will just take off again. So now we have a live-catch animal trap set up on the porch loaded with a can of tuna, so hopefully he shows up and this ends tonight. Sitting outside in the bugs and the rain until six this morning calling for him was the pits. If the trap doesn’t work, I am seriously thinking of propping the door open and hiding in the car (for hours). When he goes in, I will sneak up behind him from the outside and close it. That is plan B. Please let the trap work, ’cause I really don’t want to sit in the car all night.
*Edit…the little turd will sit beside the trap, but not go in. Damn.