My cat, Hobbes, disappeared last weekend. He went outside on Sunday morning, and didn’t come home for food or water or shelter or his mommy.
My husband and I thought we lost him for good.
He is an adorable little orange tabby with a club foot. He responds well to belly rubs and food. He knows how to milk the deformation he was born with.
People just feel sorry for him!
My husband and I figured someone found him, felt sorry for him, fell in love with him and took him home.
We were pretty depressed (read: absolutely devastated).
We called the Humane Society, Animal Control and the Animal Shelter, but they told us he wasn’t there.
And he’s pretty hard to miss with that foot of his.
On Wednesday, after almost three days missing, my husband checked PetHarbor.com and found him. He was at the Animal Shelter, which we’d called twice and were told he wasn’t there.
To spring a cat out of the shelter, it costs $75. Then, I spent another $20 to buy him a collar and personalized tag.
Hobbes has (read: had) a lovely orange collar with little white fish and a gold fish tag with his name, address and phone number. He cannot be lost to us again (since no one scanned his chip).
A day after he got the collar, he lost the collar. I let him outside last Sunday morning with the collar around his neck, and he came home without his collar about an hour later.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
It’s like he wants to be trapped in the house all day and/or get taken to animal control every other week. He is going to be the death of me.
I still have no idea how he got himself out of it. I hope someone finds it and calls me so I don’t have to replace the bloody thing. If I do have to replace it, then I plan on getting him a harness.
See him get out of that.