Tuna has been returned to his confinement facility.
We received a tip from our neighbour's au pair that she saw a gray kitty on her way to pick up her charge at school. After our evening activities and getting the kids to bed, Martha and I took our torches (read: flashlights) out to walk the woods. Between our housing estate (read: subdivision) and the Radisson Hotel, there is a path through the woods. We checked that out and the site of the sighting, but saw nothing. On the way back we felt the impending sense of doom familiar after another failed search, but kept looking as we left the woods. Martha noticed a small lump sitting near the back wheels of a car about 100 feet away. We couldn't tell it was a cat until we got a bit closer and then couldn't tell it was Tuna until we were about 20 feet away. It was then he made his move to remain free. He slowly backed away from us. We surrounded and dazzled (read: blinded) him with light. He made his last stand under the engine of a Peugeot. Martha belly-crawled to the front of the car and made her lunge. Grabbed him by the leg and pulled him out. I would have done the deed, but I was busy dazzling him, since I had the biggest flashlight.
Relief. Happiness. A thousand words to describe the feelings right now. We can't wait for the kids to wake up and find their Tuna back in the clan.
He looks fine. No battle scars from the neighbourhood cats. No injuries from the descent from our 2nd floor window. Doesn't even look dirty.
Thank you St. Anthony.
We received a tip from our neighbour's au pair that she saw a gray kitty on her way to pick up her charge at school. After our evening activities and getting the kids to bed, Martha and I took our torches (read: flashlights) out to walk the woods. Between our housing estate (read: subdivision) and the Radisson Hotel, there is a path through the woods. We checked that out and the site of the sighting, but saw nothing. On the way back we felt the impending sense of doom familiar after another failed search, but kept looking as we left the woods. Martha noticed a small lump sitting near the back wheels of a car about 100 feet away. We couldn't tell it was a cat until we got a bit closer and then couldn't tell it was Tuna until we were about 20 feet away. It was then he made his move to remain free. He slowly backed away from us. We surrounded and dazzled (read: blinded) him with light. He made his last stand under the engine of a Peugeot. Martha belly-crawled to the front of the car and made her lunge. Grabbed him by the leg and pulled him out. I would have done the deed, but I was busy dazzling him, since I had the biggest flashlight.
Relief. Happiness. A thousand words to describe the feelings right now. We can't wait for the kids to wake up and find their Tuna back in the clan.
Thank you St. Anthony.
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