I am not sure about putting this on the blog, because I doubt people would believe me. I’m having a hard time believing it myself. But I just need to get it out and get it done with, out of my head and move on and the best way for me to do that is to just write about it. So here goes. Please know before I dump this load that I can\t still see replies here-working on the why of that- but this is for me. This unbelievable story is for me to be able to move past and move on. I will warn you at the end, it will get a bit graphic in description- sigh…okay here we go-
Two days ago, the phone rings a man is upset. He told me he lost his cat. An 8 year old tuxedo which he called a bit obese. I started asking the obvious questions- how did the cat get lost- how long has the cat been gone- has the cat ever gotten out before and then he started sobbing and told me that he had had a huge fight with his girlfriend of 6 years. The fight centered around her jealousy of the cat (right there my red flag is up) claiming he loved the cat more than her. The fight escalated, the police were called, he was told to leave or be arrested, so he left- he walked into town to cool his jets.
When he came back, he found his car packed with all his stuff- plus the litter box, kitty litter, food, bed, scratching post but no cat (another flag raises) he asks where the cat is- was told “the cat got out.” He wanted to know if I had his cat. Said he figured his girlfriend would turn her into a shelter. I told him I am not a shelter and that if the fight centered around the cat, I would bet she wouldn’t turn into the shelter, because you have to pay the shelter to take it. I told him that I suspected she harmed the cat. He hung up on me and called back later and apologized and said I upset him.
We talked, I asked him to send me a photo which he did and holy cow this cat had to weigh 30 pounds easy. No way would a cat that fat be able to run anywhere! At his request as he didn’t have his computer, I posted on lost pets. He was offering a $150.00 reward. I posted the cross streets and there are people in our town that are so wonderful they sit on this page and go look for the missing pets. So I started getting private messages asking for the exact address which I gave privately.
One woman went there immediately and started looking in the woods behind the apartments for the cat. It was getting dark and starting to rain and she left to run an errand and pick up her granddaughter. And her granddaughter said when she heard the story Grandma let’s go back and look for kitty it’s getting dark and kitty is probably scared. So they went back.
When they drove down the half road that led to the woods, someone had dumped a huge pile of cat food in the road. Not on the side, or by the curb or in the grass but on the road, so they kicked it off to the grass and laid out food in the woods.
As they were leaving this woman came out of the apartment and she was wearing a hoody and she was lugging a wagon full of boulders- not rocks big boulders. Now it’s around 6:30 at night, the trail (which I was on this morning) is muddy and deep with flooded puddles, not an easy task to lug anything anywhere) but I am getting ahead of myself. In the pouring rain this woman was lugging these huge boulders down the muddy trail. As she passed the car, my friend rolled down the window and said “Excuse Me?” She said the woman turned but didn’t say a word, just glared at here, so then she said “Have you seen a overweight tuxedo kitty with a white belly?”
The woman snarled “Who sent you?” Taken aback, she explained she’d seen the post on FB and was just trying to help.
Then she said the woman just growled and said “I can’t help you!” and continued off into the woods with the boulders.
I knew right then that the cat didn’t get out. You do what I do and see what I see and you get a sense you wish you never had and you know. I told my friend to leave immediately. She wanted to go back in the morning, and I told her no. She wouldn’t let up, so I told her I would go in the morning, and I look for these boulders.
So 6:00 in the morning, I am on the trail with Cooper and a friend who met me there and we were just going to pretend to take the dogs for a run. I knew if there was a cat on the trail or off rain or not Cooper would find it. We searched for 2 hours no cat, no boulders just a raging creek we couldn’t get through or see up or down to look if there were boulders. We were soaked to the skin and cold and we just wanted to go home.
When we got to our vehicles, we noticed this woman watching us from the apartment the fight had been. She had a big dog with her and she was reading, but she was watching. So I wave my arms shout “Good morning!” Dead Silence. My friend tries “I like your dog!” Dead silence just a glared glared. We got out of there. I told Chris we aren’t doing this- there are some people you stay away from, Promise me you won’t come back. She promised.While all this is going on the boyfriend is flooding my in box with emails, he’s calling 27 friggin emails. I told him I thought she had killed the cat. I’m pretty direct and at that point tired of all the emails.
I had to go out and pick up some kittens today and when I
got home there were about 15 more emails from the guy. The last one- said he had found the cat drowned at the local lake. But for pity’s sake, he had put in the main email a picture of this cat dead. I just lost it- I already had Turner in my head and now I have this cat that had been terribly I don’t want to even go into that in my head. I told the guy he is a sick man and I hope he gets help soon. Who does that? God-
Then I went on FB and posted he had found the cat the cat was deceased and thanked those who went to look. And that blew up to people accusing me of perpetuating a hoax? So I blew up and I told them a few things, but I also told that he was going to the police and filing a report- but it won’t go anywhere. He’d already buried the cat and you have to keep them on ice in order to do a necropsy plus he has to prove she did it. I told them it was his fight and NO I was not going to release his, name her name, their address of send the photo of the dead cat (that so many people wanted!) to anyone unless a police officer told me otherwise. Then I turned off my computer and just broke down and sobbed for that poor kitty who deserved so much better than she got.