what a difference a day makes (or 2 or 3)
Last week I went to the County Animal Services to report one of my cats missing and check their DOA report log.
That rat had been gone since Christmas and I finally decided to be practical. He disappeared over Thanksgiving for five days but the weeks were adding up now. They first took me in to see the live cats. The last one I looked at the paper said black & white - ear tipped. My heart leapt. That could be mine! Oh no he was picked up in Cocoa. I doubt he got that far. But when the lady took him out of the cage, he wasn't even close. Next up check the log book for all animals picked up either alive or dead. There were 3 black and white domestic short hairs during the time frame: 2 DOAs and 1 picked up alive. They hadn't recorded the sex of any of them. Great. Well the live one was put down just a few days earlier for being mean. Ahh! Mine is afraid of people! But that one was picked up north of town. Doubtful he got that far. One of the DOAs was picked up along the waterfront. Not as far as the other but I'm still doubtful. But the last DOA was found on Hwy 50. Oh god. I'm only 2 blocks from there. Of course the log didn't say which part of the highway. So I left not knowing anything more then when I arrived. I did fill out a report and left his picture.
It would always be an open wound until he either a) came home or b) turned up at the shelter. Turns out this does have a happy ending. Sort of. Late Saturday about 1:15 am, I'm dozing during The Hulk (it was pretty lame) with the other cat on my lap. I hear a sound by the window and I think it's just the Hibiscus bush in the wind. Mexi leaps off me and goes to the window like he knows already. MAYA! I could hardly believe it. The praying paid off again. He came inside to eat and sit under the coffee table for about a half an hour. He started running from room to room and finally looked at me and meowed. What? You just got here. No. Out he went and his brother followed. He was born wild and will die wild with only a few moments in between for me. At least his brother is the opposite. Mexi is always worried about his next meal and now appreciates a warm lap.
Then the other happy ending story. Sort of. The Camaro magazine was on the chopping block. It's actually been on life support for awhile now. Last week we even threw dirt on it. Oops. It was decreed from on high. Camaro World shall continue. Which is good and bad. Good because I'm getting the hang of this, but bad because we did nothing for the last 2 weeks. Gasp!
I also see I'm not the only one who's not excited about the board anymore. That's so sad. It used to be so fun. Shelley told me Crystal posted about a show so I should check it out. I just haven't felt like it. And the NYC show getting cancelled. I don't know. But I bet in a few days the bright side will shine through. (I hope.)
That rat had been gone since Christmas and I finally decided to be practical. He disappeared over Thanksgiving for five days but the weeks were adding up now. They first took me in to see the live cats. The last one I looked at the paper said black & white - ear tipped. My heart leapt. That could be mine! Oh no he was picked up in Cocoa. I doubt he got that far. But when the lady took him out of the cage, he wasn't even close. Next up check the log book for all animals picked up either alive or dead. There were 3 black and white domestic short hairs during the time frame: 2 DOAs and 1 picked up alive. They hadn't recorded the sex of any of them. Great. Well the live one was put down just a few days earlier for being mean. Ahh! Mine is afraid of people! But that one was picked up north of town. Doubtful he got that far. One of the DOAs was picked up along the waterfront. Not as far as the other but I'm still doubtful. But the last DOA was found on Hwy 50. Oh god. I'm only 2 blocks from there. Of course the log didn't say which part of the highway. So I left not knowing anything more then when I arrived. I did fill out a report and left his picture.
It would always be an open wound until he either a) came home or b) turned up at the shelter. Turns out this does have a happy ending. Sort of. Late Saturday about 1:15 am, I'm dozing during The Hulk (it was pretty lame) with the other cat on my lap. I hear a sound by the window and I think it's just the Hibiscus bush in the wind. Mexi leaps off me and goes to the window like he knows already. MAYA! I could hardly believe it. The praying paid off again. He came inside to eat and sit under the coffee table for about a half an hour. He started running from room to room and finally looked at me and meowed. What? You just got here. No. Out he went and his brother followed. He was born wild and will die wild with only a few moments in between for me. At least his brother is the opposite. Mexi is always worried about his next meal and now appreciates a warm lap.
Then the other happy ending story. Sort of. The Camaro magazine was on the chopping block. It's actually been on life support for awhile now. Last week we even threw dirt on it. Oops. It was decreed from on high. Camaro World shall continue. Which is good and bad. Good because I'm getting the hang of this, but bad because we did nothing for the last 2 weeks. Gasp!
I also see I'm not the only one who's not excited about the board anymore. That's so sad. It used to be so fun. Shelley told me Crystal posted about a show so I should check it out. I just haven't felt like it. And the NYC show getting cancelled. I don't know. But I bet in a few days the bright side will shine through. (I hope.)