My little Mittens has been missing now for more than a week. Late last Wednesday night, when Auntie Di got home from work, we took her and Freddie out on their leashes. While we were out, something spooked Mittens, and she bolted. Since we were almost ready to go back inside, I wasn't expecting it and lost my grip on her leash. She wound up high in the crab-apple tree in front of our balcony, and we couldn't get her down. Since it was the middle of the night, the answering service wouldn't even page Maintenance, so we called the fire department. While they were getting her out of the tree, her harness came unfastened somehow, and she hit the ground running and dashed off into the night. There have been calls from people since who have seen her, but nobody's been able to catch up to her. We've done all the things we're supposed to do -- called all the shelters, put up flyers all over the place with her picture, and rented a cat trap from Animal Control. The first day, we caught a raccoon, who was rather indignant at being caught. The night before last, we caught a tuxedo cat whom I'd seen before on someone else's patio. He had eaten all the food and gone to sleep, and was a little miffed at being awakened. Last night, we caught a tortie tabby, who did not like being caught at all. He hadn't eaten any of the food, and was putting all his energy on trying to figure out how to get out.
Diane says we've got to have patience, that she'll come home eventually, but even she has to admit that neither of us has patience in any great supply!
