This reminds me of something that happened with our little local stray community. Of a night, I put food out and sit with the stray visitors that come by, I give them names based on their appearance. The most regulars are “Smoke” a gorgeous Russian Blue, (I know right? A stray Russian Blue boggles) and “Void-Floof” who as you can imagine needs no description.
Anyway, I also take photos of the guests, usually while they’re dining, and share them on the local facebook groups.Well it turns out that there is a missing Russian Blue named “Elmo” in the neighborhood, and after sharing "Smoke"’s photos, "Elmo"’s Mum makes a positive ID.
I pledge to her to lure “Elmo” into custody. Easy enough, he’s a sweet boy who comes for strokes.Anyhow I get a hold of him, and message his mum who lives nearby.She sees the cat I’ve caught, and confirms his identity, but he got away from her on the way back to her car and disappeared into the neighboring block of flats.
So, back to the drawing board, try and recapture him.I take it slow to rebuild the bruised trust from the attempted capture, so it takes a couple of weeks.I reach out again to "Elmo"’s mum again and lo and behold, the real Elmo came home a week ago, and Smoke, who was always Smoke and never Elmo, had no idea who this woman was.
So I go back to calling Smoke by his “proper” nickname and working towards eventually luring him into a travel cage so we can take him to the vet.
I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I enjoyed living it ;)
I don’t often comment, I’m Pamm Whittaker’s Hubby and I’m gutted about poor Lupin. I created some gifs of my imagining of his antics during the period he was “missing” (aka naked) imaging his exploits visiting neighbouring comic strips (Business Cat & Garfield). I don’t think I can post them here but I reposted them on my twitter. (thread link here: https://twitter.com/dashael2077/status/1482666166812549123)
I think she was just desperate to find her Elmo.