Timmy’s Big Adventure is over. And I’m so grateful. He’s thinner and dirty and has managed to grow a thick coat in just under 3 weeks, but he’s safe.
He’s walking around the apartment crying like he’s still lost though. And Bijou is WAY over him. She was very worried in the first few days. Looking out the window constantly. But I think she quite liked being the center of my attention.
Anyway about an hour ago, my downstairs neighbor called me to say Timmy was eating the food I left out. I ran down stairs and was told he’d run into the back. I went there and called and he immediately answered with pitiful cries. He was under a box truck and just cried and cried like an abandoned baby but wouldn’t come out.
I finally had to sit on the ground next to the truck until he came out and let me grab him. Well. I wasn’t going to let him go, but I was sitting on the ground. An unfit, fat middle aged woman needs all her limbs to get up from the floor but I had my arms full of Timmy. I’m still not sure how we accomplished it. Hopefully there aren’t any cameras in the area filming that moment.
Once inside, Bijou began to spit and growl and he just could not have cared less. He was home and he knew it. He ate like a little pig and drank a whole lot of water.
I will make an appointment with the vet on Monday. He’s probably got worms. Possibly fleas, but I’ve combed him for them and didn’t find any active ones. But that is easy to manage and I already have the drops. His asthma is bothering him. He’s walking around with his mouth just a bit open.
He doesn’t look as thin as I would have expected but when you pet him, he’s just bones now. Poor thing. He’s home. If I ever let him out on the balcony again it will be with a GPS collar. But i think we will just never go out on the balcony again. Period.
My little Tim cat is still not home. He jumped off the balcony on October 1st. I’m exhausted from the anxiety and despair. It’s been a hellish 2 and half weeks.
The last Pawsboost blast I did got no responses.
I’ve put out about 200 flyers. I’ve walked and called with an open can of cat food.
I’ve got water and food out.
I hear people say – my cat came home 2 months later… But all I keep thinking is Winter is Coming.
I miss him so much. I can start crying about it just by spending a moment considering what plight he might be in. Lost, hurt, scared, starved, thirsty… I’m not particularly functional while I’m worried. I am on the verge of tears at work quite often. I’m so tired from lack of sleep that I don’t stay focused.
I want him to be home. Safe and annoying me all the ways that I love him to. It feels like as soon as he is home I will be released from the mental hell that I’ve been living in for weeks.
But I can’t help but feel like he won’t be coming home. That I’ve lost him for always and I don’t even know how I can cope with that.
He jumped off the balcony Tuesday morning. And he won’t come when I call. I hope and honestly believe he is still within 2 houses of this building. I don’t think he will head toward the busy road. He’s an anxious cat and doesn’t like loud noises. Mostly the internet backs me up on this, “unless the cat bolts in a panic”. So naturally my deeply anxious brain is playing that scenario often.
I’m sure he’s terrified out there and has been in deep regret, but no matter how much I either call or sit quietly he is not showing up.
I’ve been up all night for two nights – going out every couple of hours to walk around and call. I’ve been leaving work early so I’m around the house more. I’ve opened canned cat food while standing in the yard and just stood waiting for the smell to call him to me. Each time I go out but I come back without him and I’m filled with despair. I can’t stop crying. It’s awful.
Even Her Calico Highness is worried and looking for him.
I’ve posted flyers and put them on the doors of the homes for half a block. I posted it on Reddit, Next Door and Pawsboost and my friend put it on Facebook. I also put him on Pawboost. I told every kid I see on the street about it. Kids are the ones outside most and who notice animals. I don’t know if any of it matters.
He has no skills to be outside. And worst is that this yard and the one behind belong to a feral cat and I don’t think she’s going to be nice to him. And might scare him farther away.
I just want him to come to me when I call. I’m an idiot for not teaching that. As much or more so than leaving him unsupervised on the balcony.
Why don’t we yet live in an age where the microchip comes with GPS? It could use body heat for power. If only I could track him. If I knew where he is in all the damn brush and debris around here I could catch him.
He’s such a dumb little bastard. I’m sure he jumped because the damn squirrel who lives on the building was taunting him. Fucking squirrel.