Fedders Still Missing

On 1/13/2013 4:25 PM, Christina Websell wrote:
"jmcquown" wrote in message
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It seems most of the neighborhood was out looking for Fedders last night.
Before it got dark, Lynn rode her bike around the block, calling for him.
She sent a notice to the island listserv saying her little black kittie
was missing, that he was sick and had shaved paws from where he'd had an
overnight stay at the vet (IV fluids).

After dark some of us were out with flashlights, calling for him. (There
are no street lights here which makes it difficult to spot a black cat.)

This morning there is still no sign of him. I don't know how old Fedders
is. Lynn seems resigned that he might have just gone off somewhere to
die. sigh

Please continue the GYFBH purrs?

Jill

Of course. What is your idea on this, Jill? Is he so old that he got ill
and they never noticed or did a predator get him?
I hope he comes home soon.
It is alway a difficult decision about whether or not to let a cat out
especially in the USA.
Tweed


Thankfully Fedders *did* come home this afternoon. I don't know how old
he is. She knew he'd been ill and had taken him to the vet more than
once over the last few weeks, including one overnight stay.

It bothers me she lets her cats roam around but they aren't my cats so
it's not my call. There are no mountain lions or bears where I live.
Alligators yes, but they usually stay near the ponds. (There's nothing
to prevent a cat from roaming over by any of the ponds, though.) I've
seen some hawks big enough to easily pick up a small cat like Fedders.
Some of the raccoons are much bigger than Fedders, too, and have been
known to carry rabies.

I confess to not going out of my way to let her cats out when I'm
cat-sitting. She wants me to let them out but half the time I don't.
When I do I get them back inside very early in the day. I'd feel just
*horrible* if something happened to one of them on my watch, you know?

One of the first few times I did cat-sitting for her I was also watering
her myriad of potted outdoor plants. She had two big gorgeous yellow
blooming hibiscus plants:

http://www.statesymbolsusa.org/Hawai...cusyellow.html

One morning I went around back to water the plants and they were gone!
The pots were there, the plants weren't. Just a few stems. I found
deer tracks in the soft ground by the patio. Even though there was
nothing I could have done to prevent it I felt awful that a deer ate her
lovely plants.

Now imagine how bad I'd feel if one of her cats disappeared when I was
taking care of them.

Jill

"jmcquown" wrote in message
...
On 1/13/2013 9:49 AM, jmcquown wrote:
It seems most of the neighborhood was out looking for Fedders last
night. Before it got dark, Lynn rode her bike around the block, calling
for him. She sent a notice to the island listserv saying her little
black kittie was missing, that he was sick and had shaved paws from
where he'd had an overnight stay at the vet (IV fluids).

After dark some of us were out with flashlights, calling for him. (There
are no street lights here which makes it difficult to spot a black cat.)

This morning there is still no sign of him. I don't know how old
Fedders is. Lynn seems resigned that he might have just gone off
somewhere to die. sigh

Please continue the GYFBH purrs?

Jill

Thanks for all the purrs. They worked! Fedders showed up late this
afternoon. I'm fairly sure she won't be letting him out again until he's
*completely* over his upper respiratory ailment. (Frankly if she does
I'll lose all respect for her.)

Jill

Whew! What a relief!

Joy

jmcquown wrote:
On 1/13/2013 4:25 PM, Christina Websell wrote:
"jmcquown" wrote in message
...
It seems most of the neighborhood was out looking for Fedders last night.
Before it got dark, Lynn rode her bike around the block, calling for him.
She sent a notice to the island listserv saying her little black kittie
was missing, that he was sick and had shaved paws from where he'd had an
overnight stay at the vet (IV fluids).

After dark some of us were out with flashlights, calling for him. (There
are no street lights here which makes it difficult to spot a black cat.)

This morning there is still no sign of him. I don't know how old Fedders
is. Lynn seems resigned that he might have just gone off somewhere to
die. sigh

Please continue the GYFBH purrs?

Jill

Of course. What is your idea on this, Jill? Is he so old that he got ill
and they never noticed or did a predator get him?
I hope he comes home soon.
It is alway a difficult decision about whether or not to let a cat out
especially in the USA.
Tweed


Thankfully Fedders *did* come home this afternoon. I don't know how old
he is. She knew he'd been ill and had taken him to the vet more than
once over the last few weeks, including one overnight stay.

It bothers me she lets her cats roam around but they aren't my cats so
it's not my call. There are no mountain lions or bears where I live.
Alligators yes, but they usually stay near the ponds. (There's nothing
to prevent a cat from roaming over by any of the ponds, though.) I've
seen some hawks big enough to easily pick up a small cat like Fedders.
Some of the raccoons are much bigger than Fedders, too, and have been
known to carry rabies.

I confess to not going out of my way to let her cats out when I'm
cat-sitting. She wants me to let them out but half the time I don't.
When I do I get them back inside very early in the day. I'd feel just
*horrible* if something happened to one of them on my watch, you know?

One of the first few times I did cat-sitting for her I was also watering
her myriad of potted outdoor plants. She had two big gorgeous yellow
blooming hibiscus plants:

http://www.statesymbolsusa.org/Hawai...cusyellow.html

One morning I went around back to water the plants and they were gone!
The pots were there, the plants weren't. Just a few stems. I found deer
tracks in the soft ground by the patio. Even though there was nothing I
could have done to prevent it I felt awful that a deer ate her lovely plants.

Now imagine how bad I'd feel if one of her cats disappeared when I was taking care of them.

Jill

I'm so very glad to hear it, I had feared the worse.
--
Adrian

jmcquown wrote:
It seems most of the neighborhood was out looking for Fedders last night.
Before it got dark, Lynn rode her bike around the block, calling for
him. She sent a notice to the island listserv saying her little black
kittie was missing, that he was sick and had shaved paws from where he'd
had an overnight stay at the vet (IV fluids).

After dark some of us were out with flashlights, calling for him. (There
are no street lights here which makes it difficult to spot a black cat.)

This morning there is still no sign of him. I don't know how old Fedders
is. Lynn seems resigned that he might have just gone off somewhere to die. sigh

Please continue the GYFBH purrs?

Jill

Poor Fedders and poor Lynn, this is very upsetting.
--
Adrian

jmcquown wrote:

Thanks for all the purrs. They worked! Fedders showed up late this
afternoon. I'm fairly sure she won't be letting him out again until
he's *completely* over his upper respiratory ailment. (Frankly if she
does I'll lose all respect for her.)

Hooray! What a relief for everyone!

I was going to ask, "So, where was he, anyway?" LOL. If only one could
ask a cat where they went during their BCT walkabout.

--
Joyce

audiophile, n:
Someone who listens to the equipment instead of the music.

"jmcquown" wrote in message
...

Thankfully Fedders *did* come home this afternoon. I don't know how old
he is. She knew he'd been ill and had taken him to the vet more than once
over the last few weeks, including one overnight stay.

It bothers me she lets her cats roam around but they aren't my cats so
it's not my call. There are no mountain lions or bears where I live.
Alligators yes, but they usually stay near the ponds. (There's nothing to
prevent a cat from roaming over by any of the ponds, though.) I've seen
some hawks big enough to easily pick up a small cat like Fedders. Some of
the raccoons are much bigger than Fedders, too, and have been known to
carry rabies.

I confess to not going out of my way to let her cats out when I'm
cat-sitting. She wants me to let them out but half the time I don't. When
I do I get them back inside very early in the day. I'd feel just
*horrible* if something happened to one of them on my watch, you know?

One of the first few times I did cat-sitting for her I was also watering
her myriad of potted outdoor plants. She had two big gorgeous yellow
blooming hibiscus plants:

http://www.statesymbolsusa.org/Hawai...cusyellow.html

One morning I went around back to water the plants and they were gone! The
pots were there, the plants weren't. Just a few stems. I found deer
tracks in the soft ground by the patio. Even though there was nothing I
could have done to prevent it I felt awful that a deer ate her lovely
plants.

Now imagine how bad I'd feel if one of her cats disappeared when I was
taking care of them.

I do understand how much more difficult it is in the USA to allow cats out.
I hope I've never indicated otherwise.
It's easier here. The only problem is roads, or foxes that have learned to
kill cats for their cubs. Most foxes don't but some will.
My road is very quiet and Boyfie is a great tree climber. He can rush up a
tree in seconds. However I like to keep him in at night if I can.
I like him to be able to go out.
Tweed

"Adrian" wrote in message
...
jmcquown wrote:
On 1/13/2013 4:25 PM, Christina Websell wrote:
"jmcquown" wrote in message
...
It seems most of the neighborhood was out looking for Fedders last
night.
Before it got dark, Lynn rode her bike around the block, calling for
him.
She sent a notice to the island listserv saying her little black kittie
was missing, that he was sick and had shaved paws from where he'd had
an
overnight stay at the vet (IV fluids).

After dark some of us were out with flashlights, calling for him.
(There
are no street lights here which makes it difficult to spot a black
cat.)

This morning there is still no sign of him. I don't know how old
Fedders
is. Lynn seems resigned that he might have just gone off somewhere to
die. sigh

Please continue the GYFBH purrs?

Jill

Of course. What is your idea on this, Jill? Is he so old that he got
ill
and they never noticed or did a predator get him?
I hope he comes home soon.
It is alway a difficult decision about whether or not to let a cat out
especially in the USA.
Tweed


Thankfully Fedders *did* come home this afternoon. I don't know how old
he is. She knew he'd been ill and had taken him to the vet more than
once over the last few weeks, including one overnight stay.

It bothers me she lets her cats roam around but they aren't my cats so
it's not my call. There are no mountain lions or bears where I live.
Alligators yes, but they usually stay near the ponds. (There's nothing
to prevent a cat from roaming over by any of the ponds, though.) I've
seen some hawks big enough to easily pick up a small cat like Fedders.
Some of the raccoons are much bigger than Fedders, too, and have been
known to carry rabies.

I confess to not going out of my way to let her cats out when I'm
cat-sitting. She wants me to let them out but half the time I don't.
When I do I get them back inside very early in the day. I'd feel just
*horrible* if something happened to one of them on my watch, you know?

One of the first few times I did cat-sitting for her I was also watering
her myriad of potted outdoor plants. She had two big gorgeous yellow
blooming hibiscus plants:

http://www.statesymbolsusa.org/Hawai...cusyellow.html

One morning I went around back to water the plants and they were gone!
The pots were there, the plants weren't. Just a few stems. I found deer
tracks in the soft ground by the patio. Even though there was nothing I
could have done to prevent it I felt awful that a deer ate her lovely
plants.

Now imagine how bad I'd feel if one of her cats disappeared when I was
taking care of them.

Jill

I'm so very glad to hear it, I had feared the worse.
--
Adrian

Me too. I thought an alligator might have got him. Phew.
Tweed

Jack Campin wrote:

We thought our Ishmael had done that when he was dying of cancer - we
went round putting posters up on poles. Then we heard a faint meow
from under the bed. He'd crawled behind a box of LPs to hide. So we
got him out and pampered him for the last two or three days. Dignified
to the end.

http://www.campin.me.uk/Cats/IshmaelFinal/Ishmael4.jpg
http://www.campin.me.uk/Cats/IshmaelFinal/Ishmael6.jpg

What a lovely boy! He was really lucky to have you guys making his last
few days as pleasant as possible.

--
Joyce

The sun rose slowly, like a fiery furball coughed up uneasily onto a
sky-blue carpet by a giant unseen cat. -- Michael McGarel