I have a soft spot for lost cats.
When I was around 5 years old, we took a trip up north to my grandparent’s cottage and brought our white cat, Bozo, with us. When it comes to pets & animal care, my young parents were not the brightest. Bozo was antsy by the time we got to the cabin almost 3 hours away. They thought he might have to go potty, so they let him out of the car as soon as we arrived (not attached to a leash or anything) and he quickly disappeared into the woods. I spent the rest of my childhood asking my grandparents if they found Bozo at the cottage yet. We never saw him again.
Fast forward 35 years. It was 2014 and we had just moved to our home in Novi. We have indoor/outdoor cats but were cautious with letting them venture outside. We slowly let them explore the outdoors and all was well.
A couple weeks after moving in, our cat Milo disappeared. We posted online, hung up flyers all over the neighborhood and prayed. It was already an awful year, we had suddenly lost my mom a few months before and lost my grandma around the same time that Milo disappeared.
Milo would be on the lam for about 4 months. During that time we would also lose a young cousin and my grandpa, it was an awful year. Shortly after leaving my grandpa’s funeral up north in early January 2015, we got the call that someone found Milo, halallulah! Surely this was a sign that despite the tough year, everything was going to be ok.
Fast forward to Christmas this week. While at my in-laws, the porch camera was activated on my phone. I checked it and saw a strange white cat on the porch, but he quickly went away. I saw him again the next day. By this time I was concerned and tried to get him to come to me, but he ran. Two days later my youngest came downstairs to tell me there’s a white cat on the porch. Long story short, I’ve been seeing him about once a day since then. I posted him online, worried that he was lost. We have new neighbors next door and I’m hoping it’s theirs or maybe someone else got a new kitty (there are a couple outdoor cats in my hood – but not an unfamiliar one like this one). Deep in my heart I’m worried that he is lost in the Michigan winter – like Bozo & Milo.
I hope this kitty is able to find his way home and is not cold and hungry. I am keeping my eye out and trying to sweet talk him in case he is lost.
After all, aren’t we all little lost souls in some way or another?