My 12 yr old indoor house cat snuck out the back door 4 nights ago, haven’t seen her since.
I’m pretty depressed about it.
I’ll say a prayer for her return-——must be awful for you.
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And yet instead of going out and looking for her you sit in front of a computer screen? I have 3 and if that happened to me I could not rest ‘till I found mine.
I’ve had cats do that, and in a week or so come strolling back in like nothing happened. Hopefully your kitty will.
I hope you find her soon. One thing in your favor is that it's warm weather. Is she microchipped? If so, does your microchip company provide posters and search service?
My daughter’s cat stormed off in a snit when we got another cat. A year later, a family asks my daughter to house sit and feed their cat.
Yep, it was her cat. They pamper it and blow gobs of money on his royal highness.The adulterous feline no longer has to eat cheap cat food. Even better, they paid my daughter to take care of her own cat.
When I was little, about six or seven, my Aunt gave us a cat named Duke. I adored that cat, and one night he disappeared, and we couldn’t find him anywhere.
I was heartbroken, and remember sitting in reading class when the book was about a cat, and fighting so hard to keep back tears, because my own little cat was gone. I kept trying to have faith that we’d find him.
My folks had gotten on the ‘phone, and called animal control (back then we called it ‘the pound’.) They finally tracked down someone there who recognized Duke’s description - animal control had been called to pick up a stray cat that had given birth to a bunch of kittens a few blocks from us, and our cat had been hanging around and was taken, too.
The people at the pound told us that our cat had almost immediately been adopted by a woman a few miles from us, and they gave her name and number to my folks. But when contacted, the woman told us that she had kept him for a few days, when he escaped; and she hadn’t seen him since. We knew it was our cat when she described his behaviors.
Long story short, almost a month after his disappearance we were sitting around one evening after dark, and heard a cat crying outside. We ran out, and saw Duke, all dirty and skinny - but definitely Our Cat. He had found his way home over several miles - only God knows how.
I had that cat until I was 21 - I think he was about 22 when he died. And that experience taught me that we should never view any difficult thing as ‘final’, but keep having faith.
I’ve heard that, if you put the litter box on front porch or in garage (left open just enough for her to get in), the odor might help her find her way home. Also, to go out looking, with a flashlight, after dark. Good luck!