During my blog-cation in late August, one of our kittens went missing. Edward disappeared on a Friday night. The first thing we noticed was Westley meowing inconsolably Saturday morning. It was so unlike them to be separated that we were immediately worried.
The kids and I began knocking doors in the neighborhood by Saturday afternoon. I posted pictures on Craig's List (a shot in the dark since we live in a computer-challenged neighborhood). At the SPCA, we examined all the found cats, the squished cat reports, and filed a lost report.
We drove slowly through the streets after dark, shaking the cat food bag and here-kitty-kitty-ing out the windows of our van. By Sunday, we'd hit the entire neighborhood twice. We attracted much feline and human attention but no Edward.
Tears. Prayers. More here-kitty-kitty-ing. More prayers.
To be honest, by Sunday night, I was really thinking someone had fallen in love with our boy and we would never see him again. I forced the words "thy will be done" out of my unwilling lips and cried again.
Monday morning we got a joyous call from the SPCA. We rushed to the shelter with Westley in tow. Our reunion was celebrated with a quick and inexpensive micro-chipping ceremony, so our boys would have a ticket home should they ever roam again.
Edward had been found five miles from our house, and they immediately recognized him from Craig's List. Apparently, a young skateboarder found him and skateboarded two miles to the SPCA with our kitty in his jacket. We shed more tears and and offered much happier prayers of gratitude for a boy who literally went the extra mile, for the dedicated SPCA staff, and for our God who keeps track of stray kitties.
11 comments:
Wow what a sweet sk8er boy. I'm glad Edward is safe at home and is he named after who I think he's named after?
He is indeed. We got them the weekend that the latest Twilight book came out. And E-Teen was all a-flutter. So when the sweet unnamed kitty bit my thumb deeply, leaving two piercings worthy of any vampire, I named him Edward. His eyes turned topaz a week later. He's working on his muscled chest.
(It wasn't really his fault. He had never been out of his home of origin and when I took him to our car to take him home a VERY LOUD motorcycle came by, he tried to escape and I held on. He tried harder. I handed him off and washed my wound.)
Those kitties need a DA-Bed. If only you knew DA..... When is the snipping ceremony due to occur? Perhaps they'll get one as a welcome home/happy neutering gift. Can't wait to meet them.
What a wonderful boy who did this good deed! Glad you found your kitty.
6k9s: The snip-snip is scheduled for next Thursday. They would love DA beds!
Jo, I can't tell you how much I want to bake a batch of cookies and give them to our anonymous hero. Such a kind deed deserves a reward!
Oh, sweet story. And love the names Edward and Westley. Very appropriate.
Well Marie, Wes came with his romantic name so we thought Edward should match.
We need to get new pictures. The guys are about half again as big as that.
Cool. Congrats. Too tired to type more.
Wow, that's an amazing story.
L-boy, V-girl and I searched up and down the streets till nine-thirty at least! ( of course v-girl came home at six something)It was all worth it though, if it meant finding Eddie.
I do love the kitties ever so much.
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