So where did he go...

Nik,

I once gave a cat to a friend 1200 miles away. A huge orange tabby named
Carl. Two years and two months later, I found Carl's frozen body in a
cupboard in the unoccupied house where he was raised. The house was about to
be razed. I went in for nostalgia's sake, and to see if I'd left anything
behind that was still present and useful.

Pat

Pat wrote:

I once gave a cat to a friend 1200 miles away. A huge orange tabby named
Carl. Two years and two months later, I found Carl's frozen body in a
cupboard in the unoccupied house where he was raised. The house was about
to be razed. I went in for nostalgia's sake, and to see if I'd left
anything behind that was still present and useful.

What a sad story! Poor Carl! He must have been so confused, after travelling
all that way back to his "home", to find it deserted and empty. Had you moved
from that house to a place where you couldn't take him, and that's why you
gave him to your friend? I'm amazed that he found his way back, over 1200
miles. How awful that it ended so tragically.

Joyce, teary

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Pat wrote:

I once gave a cat to a friend 1200 miles away. A huge orange tabby
named
Carl. Two years and two months later, I found Carl's frozen body in a
cupboard in the unoccupied house where he was raised. The house was
about
to be razed. I went in for nostalgia's sake, and to see if I'd left
anything behind that was still present and useful.

What a sad story! Poor Carl! He must have been so confused, after
travelling
all that way back to his "home", to find it deserted and empty. Had you
moved
from that house to a place where you couldn't take him, and that's why you
gave him to your friend? I'm amazed that he found his way back, over 1200
miles. How awful that it ended so tragically.

Joyce, teary

Joyce, yeah, I had to move, it's a long story, I got sick and had to be in a
big city for an indefinite period, and these folks were glad to take Carl.
What makes it even more sad, is that just before we left, the other kitty,
Eric, who grew up with Carl, had vanished. Carl would sit at the window just
gazing out, waiting for his buddy to return. I thought the change of scene
would do him good...

The only thing that makes sense to me is that he
managed to get himself shut in a car or delivery van and taken for a ride,
then had to walk home, but how far did walk, two months is a long time, a
cat could walk a long way in two months!

I think that's a very likely theory. I had a cat once who rode 10 miles under
the hood of my car, and apparently jumped out at the first stop I made. I had
no idea, I justt realized he was missing when I got home. Through an incredible
set of circumstances, I got him back five days later. We called it "Jacky's
Excellent Adventure".
Glad your kitty returned safe although a little worse for the wear from *his*
excellent adventure. Makes you wish they could talk.

Sherry

So very sorry about that.
Purrs,
--
Polonca & Soncek

"Pat" wrote in message
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Joyce, yeah, I had to move, it's a long story, I got sick and had to be in
a
big city for an indefinite period, and these folks were glad to take Carl.
What makes it even more sad, is that just before we left, the other kitty,
Eric, who grew up with Carl, had vanished. Carl would sit at the window
just
gazing out, waiting for his buddy to return. I thought the change of scene
would do him good...

Iknow your letter has been posted a while but as I
was offfor a month I missed a lot,and there are so
many to read on this Programme, that I can only read
a few random ones, and now I wish I hadn't landed on yours,
I really sobbed and am still at it every time I think of that
poor baby finding his way back over such a long distance
only to find no-one to welcome him and fuss him and just dying
in a cupboard. Pleasegod dont let me read any more like that
Jean P.



Pat wrote in message
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Nik,

I once gave a cat to a friend 1200 miles away. A huge orange tabby named
Carl. Two years and two months later, I found Carl's frozen body in a
cupboard in the unoccupied house where he was raised. The house was about
to
be razed. I went in for nostalgia's sake, and to see if I'd left anything
behind that was still present and useful.

Pat