|Purred: Thu Nov 14, '13 11:45am PST |
|It's Stella. No, it's definitely Queenie. She does not have a lot of distinctive markings, but she has a very distinctive round shape and very soft fur. When my person held her, she tucked her head under her arm and purred the way she always does. Late last night she came out when my person microwaved one of those dinners that always smell so great and loved around wanting that. But she didn't eat that and no one has eaten anything over night or is asking for food. We heard her howling around dawn, and I joined in, so I guess we are howling for Fluff. We are so loud that if he is under our trailer or nearby he would hear us!
We don't know where Fluff is or how we can get him back. He is so big that he would be able to eat the bait from the humane trap and just back out without getting caught. We are not sure what they were eating, but Queenie used the pan so it must have been something, since she was not that ravenous.
When Delyte came home in 2005 after being gone 6 days, there was no doubt that it was him and he was his usual self or even more affectionate after. I can see how it would be hard to tell with some cats. Almost all of the cats in this trailer park are grey tabby with white markings, due to the activities of my dadcat, a free-roaming part Angora male who lived in one of the trailers here and was allowed outdoors. Our momcat had 11 kittens in two years, most by him, and there were other females around then. I look just like my dad, so much so that our person tried to catch him once, thinking he was me and I had gotten out of the house! The people at the shelter said it was hopeless with black cats, but Delyte had two distinctive white patches growing over the scars from his surgery so he would have been much easier.
You can get cats nose printed--our noses are like fingerprints for people. A good close up of the face, especially with tabbies showing their M marking over the eyes, was invaluable for us. Fluff will be easy as he has an enormously long tail.
We are still frantic about Fluff, who was always much more affectionate and social than Queenie. He must be so miserable without her and our person. All of his waking time was devoted to trying to get her to pet him, it seemed.
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