(04-27-2012, 01:35 PM)Admin Wrote: One time I had a unknown neighbor's cat walked right into my door as I just got home. I could have had the cat if I simply closed the door. I had to keep my door open and show the cat way out. It could be the case with yours.
She was a timid cat, so it's highly unlikely she'd ever try to enter another's house since she was always very shy. Heh, now that you mention that, there's a black cat that has recently kept trying to come into the house. I wish my mother wasn't such a nutcase around animals. She always chased it out, but it was the friendliest and most affectionate cat.
(04-27-2012, 01:57 PM)Ram8349 Wrote: I had that turtle since I was six. One day it was just gone and I couldn't find it at all. I thought someone in the neighborhood could have found it and took it in. As for the parakeets, they broke the cage and flew away. We realized that in the morning and there was nothing we could do. There was no sign of them anywhere.
There were also two Parakeets flew into my home a few years later on two separated occasions. I took them in lol. There was no way to know where they came from, and since they couldn't have survived on their own, I took them in and gave them food.
Sorry to hear about the turtle and parakeets. I wonder how many animals are actually capable of regretting "running away". I certainly hope your pets ended up in good care. It's great you took care of those two parakeets. It may have been a good idea to put some notices on Post Office noticeboards or various other places in case the original owner had seen them.
(04-27-2012, 06:24 PM)Karenskatz Wrote: I haven't ever lost any pets, but one cat gave me a good scare. I had just moved into my new house the day before, and there was another hour or so of moving things in before I could return the truck. For the main move in day my two cats Tayla and Max had been kept in the bathroom, where they hid under the clawfoot tub all day. That night I let them out to explore the house. The next day, after loading the truck and cleaning out the apartment, I shut Max in a room while we loaded the last stuff in. He lived to go out and would sneak out any chance he got. He didn't know this neighborhood, so I had to be carefull with him. Tayla was scared to go out, so I didn't worry too much about her. That evening when everyone had left, I couldn't find her. I searched the entire flat, then the yard, then most of the block, calling as I went. I thought I heard faint meows a few times, but I couldn't tell where they were coming from, or if I was imagining things. I finally gave up and went to bed. The next day I spent searching the neighborhood again, making and posting lost pet posters, and calling all the animal shelters in the region. I also visited our local shelter to look for myself. The next day she still hadn't turned up. I decided to go check the shelter in the next county, and since I was going that way I might as well take my realtor the light fixture I was getting rid of that she wanted. I went to the basement to get it, and out of habit I called for my cat while I was down there. I was rewarded with a weak pathetic wail coming from a small storage room at the far end of the basement, and my cat came slinking out to find me. All that searching, and she'd been hiding in the basement the whole time!
Wow. Cats sure are curious little mites. Really glad you found her in the end. On a couple of occasions my cats have explored neighbours' garages, only to be locked inside. Thankfully, the longest that happened for was only a day or so. I once heard about a cat that had been shut inside a garage for ages, but survived by licking the walls or something.
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