Last Wednesday morning I was working in the kennel when I heard my dogs start barking. I looked out the front door window of the kennel up towards my house and fenced dog areas. Rocky and Annabelle were barking but I could tell they didn’t know why. Miracle, on the other hand, was looking directly at something. I had no idea what, but her fur was up and she was barking in her very determined way. It was the same bark I recognized from the morning I discovered Kismet under the front step of the cathouse. On this morning, however, she was not looking towards the cathouse but towards Husband’s shed. She will bark if she sees a rabbit hop somewhere in the yard, but not like this. I knew she had spotted something out of the ordinary. Of course, NOT ONCE did I think it was a cat. Of course it wasn’t. Never crossed my mind. I was a little afraid that it might be a snake – maybe curled up on the step into the shed or right in front of the door. The only other thing Miracle would be losing her mind over was some wild animal other than a rabbit. I certainly couldn’t imagine that a skunk or raccoon, etc. would be nosing around in front of the shed in broad daylight. As I was walking over to see, I thought possibly a neighbor’s dog had gotten loose and was exploring the inside of Husband’s shed. As I walked closer Miracle’s barking became a full-blown panic. So I stopped and scanned. I sure didn’t want to head into that shed and find something unpleasant or dangerous in there. I looked all around the entrance and was about to step towards the shed when my peripheral vision caught something white just to the left of the building. I turned in that direction just in time to see a cat shoot into The West Woods. It happened so quickly that I just stood there with my mouth open. I had only comprehended two characteristics – it was white, and it was really thin. I didn’t do anything. I just kept standing there. The cat was gone. My mouth was still open. And my brain was telling me there was no way this was happening - AGAIN. In all of the years I’ve lived here there have only been a couple of cats show up. Now here I was for the THIRD time in six weeks looking at a cat in my yard. As I said yesterday, this West Woods is dense and big. I’m not sure how many acres it consumes, but there are no homes anywhere in this woods. WHERE were these cats coming from?
Kismet’s name means “meant to be,” and I named him that because he was literally sitting under the front step to the cathouse when I first laid eyes on him. I trapped him at the north end of The West Woods. Only a couple of weeks later, Yardley spent days in various parts of my yard until I finally trapped her at the south end of The West Woods. Now here I was setting the trap between two small outbuildings where? - at the edge of The West Woods! What in the world was going on?
I absolutely DID NOT NEED another cat in my rescue. But how could I believe anything other than that this cat was meant to be here? IN MY YARD?! REALLY?! Also, I was worried. Kizzie and Yardley were both underweight when I took them in, but if my eyes had not deceived me, this cat was much thinner than they had been. I needed to get this cat, and soon. I was hoping it wouldn’t take days and days like with Yardley. I got one more look that morning when I spotted the cat on a log near the shed. It was just a small white dot in the distance, but I used my zoom and got a picture. All day Wednesday I checked that trap, but night came and no cat. I tripped the trap and put dishes of food and water out hoping to lure the skinny thing back. I would have to hope it hadn’t disappeared into those woods to be gone forever.
See you tomorrow.