The Cat Cat Came Back.....but not the very next day......

Basically this is a follow up to an earlier post...(my family and I) found our cat!  YATTA! It was a lot of worth but it was worth it.  

As I stated in my last post about Rory, he got outside on June 29th.  My mother and sister volunteer for Forgotten Felines, a cat shelter, and we decided that we would adapt some of the cats.  While Rory is very affectionate and he loves to be petted, he as a formal feral cat, does not like to be picked up.  This made getting him back very difficult.  On the bright side it did also mean that most likely he was still in the area, as I knew it would be near impossible for some one else to scoop him up make him their pet. So we had to set traps up where he was sighted and hope that he would enter the trap and that we could get then bring him home. This consumed almost my entire summer. :(
There was a lot of things I really wanted to do this summer, and did next to none of them.  The sad thing was that my Job actually gave me all the time off that I requested, but I was so busy looking for my cat, I didn't get around to ordering the tickets the events, that I had requested the time off for. Usually I request the time off, my work ignores my request, and I have to ask my fellow co-workers if I can switch with them so I can go to the event I had bought tickets for.

I learned a few things this summer.
I never knew how many how much wildlife lives in our area.---especially possums!  I f I never see another possum again it will be far too soon.  Every time I checked the trap, it was never a cat--it was always a possum. My sister and mother found other cats and raccoons....but not me. and The possum would leave the trap either, even after I opened the trap...  I would come back hours later to reset the trap and he would still be there. When it would finally leave, if there was another trap nearby it would go into that one.  I think we might have caught our cat much sooner, if all our time wasn't wasted with possums.

I really don't like the country at all. I always knew I didn't like country or suburbia, but I don't dwell on it for it is a just a train ride to get me into a city...  I spent more time outside this summer than I have done in the past and I don't like it.  There are far too many insects and I am allergic to almost almost every kind of plant out there... It was extremely hot this July, which made it even worse.

My neighbors yards are large with far too much foliage that I am allergic to and can hide a cat.

By August, we figured that Rory was probably hiding in the cellar/under the porch of one of our neighbors houses.  The spend most of the summer somewhere else and apparently have enough money to burn to keep the air conditioner running and the lights on 24/7.  I noticed that the window into their cellar was pushed open from the outside.  I don't know if Rory did it but some wild beast seeking shelter did.  I wish I had enough money that when I went on vacation I could make certain that the local wild life could live comfortably in my house.  I probably would have gone through the window to look for Rory if I had actually proof her was there.  My sister saw him under the porch, but I did not.  While it seemed like a good home base for the cat, I needed a little something more to go on before I did something that might get me arrested.  we did put traps in the area and eventually we caught him.

For the 1rst several days he lived in the guest bathroom. He was very skinny but he looked very good for his ordeal.  We had to quarantine from the other cats, as he had been outside for close to 2 months... and we was full of fleas.  We didn't want them to spread the other cats and this way way while we deflea-ed him we would only have to flea bomb that bathroom and not the entire house.

At 1rst he was very shy and hid in the cat carrier we had used to

bring him to vet, right after we caught him, but by the end of the 2nd day he was roaming around the bathroom and looking for affection.  He was very hungry and would eat anything we gave him.  I knew he was getting better when he starting being picky about  his food again. 

There was also some re-adjustment with the other cats. It was as if he lost his spot. But things seem t worked out and once again all is fine with the cat posse