Lost kitty, lost kitty -where did you go?

No news? :-(

No news.

Every day is sort of sucky.
My mind - my imagination- goes crazy. I DID call the DPW and Animal Control to make sure she wasn't smushed.
it's just like I can't stop thinking she'll reappear - or someone will call - so my heart has not let go that she might still be with us.

I am getting lots of calls from friends who are sad about Pudding.
I revived this because people were talking about kitties on other threads.

I started this thread because I can't really talk about her without crying - it was an easy way for me to ask for sympathy without actually stating the truth.
She's probably dead.

Her brother, Trouble, is still with me and they look just enough alike that when I see him I think it's her - and then I'm sad. And I don't want him to know that I'm sad because he isn't her.
He's also depressed - they have been together since the friggin womb.Saved from a very horrible drowning fate by us.

So, yes, I'm a crazy cat lady right now - I just wish I knew what happened to her.
Plus, she is a big cat trapped in a small cat body. Six pounds of attitude.
I want her back.

:(

Sorry to hear it. We have two outdoor cats, and every time one of them doesn't rush to the door when I put food out in the morning, my daughter worries that he isn't coming back. They always do, tho, so be hopeful.

Thanks!
One thing I have to say is that the shelters/MSPCA have been really great.
Of course you feel guilty about the outdoor cat thing - but she would have managed to get outside no matter what I did.
Did she have a chip? No. I'm starting to think those chips are a good idea.
Anyway, thank god it's just me grieving, and not a kid! Losing a pet sucks, but at least I'm a grown up.

"One feels guilty" - not you, Daniel Esq.

How did she get out?

I'm sorry -- hopefully she'll turn up. Cats can be pretty resourceful and she may still be able to find her way home somehow.

I lost a cat about 12 years ago, and every now and then I will end up wondering what happened to her.

there are lots of kitties trapped in a captcha i just got:

http://rs165.rapidshare.com/access2916353.jpg

sorry about yr kittie :(

oh shit it doesn't hotlink :\

I don't understand, theresa.

She got out through a window.
I live in a neighborhood with lots of outdoor cats, including my older cat and her brother. So, we all sort of have an eye on each others felines.
It's also just starting to thaw, and we live at the base of a mountain - in suburbia, but - bears have been seen in backyards. And fisher cats. So she may have been swallowed up. I don't know.

I don't know.
But hearing about other peoples cats actually helps - I need some stories, anecdotes, etc.
So, thanks!

When I was little my cat disappeared over Easter weekend, he was gone for five days. Then one morning I woke up and he was in my bed! Mom theorized he'd gotten trapped in a garage when a family went somewhere for Easter. Then a few years back my friends lost their cat and he was gone for like four months... then he came back! Much thinner but healthy and he never said where he went or what he did. More recently, during Hurricane Rita another couple I know lost their kitty during the storm and a few weeks later after constantly patrolling the local neighborhoods, they found him! A guy who likes cats was leaving food out for him and playing with him.

So keep up the search!

Someone where I work got a (lovely but very excitable) dog recently, and her cat just decided to move out. He went down to the end of the street and decided to live with the people in the house there. My workmate still gets to visit him, though.

I was away for a week and came home to this message:
"I think I might have some information about your cat."

It wasn't good news. I haven't absolutely confirmed it, but I think she got hit by this guy.

This guy.
I really thanked him profusely for having the decency to call. Also, he took her (or maybe a different badly injured cat) to an animal hospital that's 25 miles away from this town - and stayed and got the information that she had to be euthanized.

I sort of have to accept that she's gone. And although I can't get a confirmation from the hospital - I really like thinking that she was truly cared for in her last hours.

My heart is broken. I still cry every day.

Lots of people have been really wonderful - they've seen the posters and have really been invested in our loss.

She was about seven pounds of sass. A big kitty trapped in a small kitty body.

Thanks, everyone!
I'll post a picture tomorrow.

:-(((

at least now you know - a friend of mine never heard anything and she doesn't want a pet anymore because of that, but I know she still misses her cat, two years later

I already wrote a letter to the local paper thanking the guy who called - it was so fucking brave of him to call, and...he DROVE the cat (very likely Pudding) 25 miles to a 24 hour animal hospital.
The police had showed up (I'm not sure if he called them or what), and told him to just leave the cat by the side of the road.

I feel very lucky that this guy took care of (probably) my cat during her last hours on earth. He said she was very badly injured. He didn't really want to describe it, and I was not really wanting any details.

I DO feel better knowing - although I still don't know, but my heart knows she is gone.

I feel guilty. That's the hard part.
I am much more devastated than I would have ever thought...I feel like it's almost irrational, but I miss her every day.

I don't have pets myself (about five cats from different neighbours already own the territory, I'm not risking putting a new/young/inexperienced one out there), but I think I'd get myself another cat and call her/him Pudding Two - that way I'd still have a cat AND not forget about the original one...

I still have her brother, Trouble, and the oldster kitty, Monster. Monster is nine years old - for some reason, to compensate for the loss and sadness? he has killed and dismembered three birds. In the apartment.
I feel very honored that he is bringing his fresh kills to me - it's a sign of devotion. But...
he's a killer.
feathers everywhere. Like, he played with the dying bird in my bedroom.
So, that overcompensation is a bit disturbing.
Actually, he kills birds every Spring.
Sorry!
So, death, bloody death is...nature. it's not going to make me cry any less for Pudding, but I do live with proof that life goes on (or not).

I think the next kitty may be called Puddle. A combo of Pudding and Trouble.
Or maybe StanM, although I don't know how we'd pronounce it.

Don't! It'll be lazy, overweight and balding in no time! :-(
;-)

i'm sorry about your kitty, aimchurchie, that is very sad for you.

Puddle = great idea

"Don't! It'll be lazy, overweight and balding in no time! :-(
;-)"

Buut that would be perfect! I need a kitty who stays home and watches Law and Order on TNT while I'm out working.
Plus, Stan is a good name for a cat. But Puddle is also a good name for a cat.

Thanks, Estela. I wonder every day if I'm going to stop feeling so bereft. i didn't think it would be this hard - but i also just held onto a ridiculous shred of hope. I still think she'll come bouncing back - I drive down every street looking for her. I still do.

I mean, someone called me and described my cat - and I still can't quite believe it.
I'm really lucky that I have good friends, and also this message board, to be able to express how hard this is.

thank you.

this is very sad :( :(
but at least you know and at least she was cared for - minor consolations, i know, but focusing on the goodness of her life helps. our pets are our friends; i think it is okay to be so upset and to miss them every day - it does get better with time, it's true