It's going to be -35 tonight - again. With gusts of wind 60 kmh - again. Two days ago, I received a plea for help regarding a domestic cat that had probably been abandoned and he took refuge on a homeowner's back porch:
I called the family this morning at a rude hour to insure I could actually speak with somebody. Yes, they had seen the cat but they didn't want to touch him because he "might have fleas". "Fuck. Seriously?" But I got their address and was told that I could come to their home to look around.
I grabbed my rescue partner Shelley and we drove into another area of the city where the roads were sheets of ice. Anyone with any common sense wouldn't have gone out this morning. But I kept picturing that chubby orange and white body. He was somebody's pet at some point. He wasn't like the other ferals.
The house was a typical cookie cutter with a lovely backyard. They kept their promise by leaving the gate unlocked for us and we found the chair covered with a quilt and empty. Apparently, he goes under the fence in the house in the back. My hands were freezing fast and my ears felt like they were going to snap off, but Shelley climbed on top of a milk crate and peeped over the fence.
He could be anywhere.
We called "Kitty Kitty" as our lips froze. The family had bought a live trap, but I was certain that they didn't have the common sense to check the damn thing and I knew our boy would freeze to death tonight.
My heart hurts tonight and this story doesn't have the ending I had hoped. I hear the wind whistling through our old Victorian house and "my boy" is still out there somewhere. I won't sleep well and I'm leaving for Seattle tomorrow to visit my parents. Sure, there are lots of cats that have no homes and are cold tonight. Many won't survive tonight. But there was something about this one and I wanted to save his life.
I'll be thinking about this poor soul tonight. I'll be thinking about all of them.