Sooo… Andrea & her cousin Alicia and I went out for a few beers and frames of pool tonight… Walking them back to Andrea’s car, we were joined by this guy, who followed us for an extraordinary number of blocks, almost as if he were new to the area and didn’t know his way home :(
After about 10-15 blocks of him following us, across very busy intersections and sniffing every doorway we passed, we realised he was lost, and not sure where home was. I scooped him up, and figured I’d take him home, give him some tuna, and try to find his Mum and Dad.
Once we got home, he pummeled an entire can of tuna in just a couple of minutes, he was clearly hungry, and I took off his collar to find a number… (- - - 648 3222)
No area code. Fuck!
There are at least two area codes for the Bay, one of which didn’t work at all, the other rang to an answering machine for a publishing company. So now I’m not really sure what to do…
I have to go to work tomorrow, and I’m not sure where I can find a litterbox first thing in the morning, but I really can’t bring myself to let this guy out onto the street. I’m determined to find his Mum & Dad, so I’ll be printing up posters at work tomorrow with which to plaster the neighbourhood, I just feel bad that he’s so far from home & his familia…
Keir’s Crazy Cat Lady meter was through the roof last night. Alicia and I were walking a little ways ahead of him, and kept catching snippets like, “…I know you’re scared, but we’re gonna find your Mum…” and “…it’s alright, don’t worry, I’ve got some tuna at home. Do you like tuna?” and on and on like that for many blocks.
It sounds like the kitty is safe and sound at home as of this morning.