Our three month-old kitten, Max, vanished from our yard Thursday night. We have put up signs, gone to the animal shelters, listed him on Craig's List, talked to neighbors. Finally, tonight, we got a small break in the case. Neighbors across the street from our front yard saw and talked to Max Thursday night. They didn't know where he belonged and assumed he would find his way home. He hasn't (yet).
This bit of news energized Hank and me to leaflet the block north of our house. I went door to door with flyers. If any of us needed proof that I'm an introvert, a half hour of cold-calling provided sufficient evidence. Gosh, that was hard! People were sympathetic, however, and everyone is keeping an eye out.
The news also allayed some of my fears that Max was eaten by the raccoon we saw in our back yard later Thursday night. If Max was across the street from the front yard, maybe he was taken in before Ranger Rick, eager to be red in tooth and claw, could spring on our little guy in his sleep!
Alas, we do not know. We're slightly hopeful.
