Almost a year ago I lost my cat, well actually a friend did, and he didnt tell me for while. He took her coller off but luckily she is microchipped. Everyday for almost a year I check the pound website, hoping one day she will show up. Many times I thought i had seen her and went to the pound only to find it wasnt her. She is very unique and looking back, the pics of cats i saw and thought were her, didnt look like her at all.
Well today i was looking agian, and i found this cat that looks just like her, it looks a little smaller but the cat in the pic is hunched over. It has the same markings on its feet that Tristan had and is the same color, but since i cant really see the body markings on this cat i dont know for sure, but when i saw this picture my heart stopped. The face looks exactly the same. They have her listed as a spayed female, which she was. They also have her listed as 3yrs old which she isnt but i know the pound is wrong a lot. The only thing is there is no name for her and if the scanned her, they would have put her name...or at least thats what they did with my friends dog when she got lost and went to the pound. This pound is far from me, not very far, she could have definitly roamed that far in a year, but far enough were i will be really disappointed if it isnt her. I'm scared of hoping its her and finding out it isnt. I dont know what to do. I would call the pound but they are never helpful over the phone. I wish i could post the pics of the cat on the pound website and my lost cat but i dont know how. What should I do?
I'd go look. You never know and sometimes.....a lot of times....scanners don't work. Some pounds only have certain scanners that don't match the chip. It's a big issue right now. I know you could get dissapointed if it isn't your cat but could you live with never knowing? I couldn't
Yeah, you better go look. I lost one once and got it back from the pound 6 mos. later. It had been delivered the day before, and was 1/2 the weight that I had lost her at because she was sick. The pound people said she had been dropped off the day before by someone that had her all that time, because she was sick, and a turn-in, they were going to euthenise her that next day. Lucky cat. Her name is Iman. She is a very pretty, pain in the ass. Iman means Faith in Farsi. Actually, the story has a lot of psychic events in it. If we are ever up late at night, I will tell you the spooky side of Iman.
Oh, and when I went to look for her, out of the clear blue, I just woke up early one morning and decided to go look for her...She was not at the first humane that I went to, 4 cities to the west of me, she was 6 cities away to the east of me, in the second pound that I looked at. Turns out different cities (I live on the city border, one house out of the next town over) contract to different humane, often quite far away from where the animal is picked up. ie:Arcadia's pound is in Pasadena, but they send animals to Baldwin Park, Monrovia sends them to San Gabriel.
I'm not partial to chat, but it is animal related, so I don't mind putting it right on the board. I tend to take too many breaks to be any fun in a chat room. They just go too fast for me. That will be fun to go with your friend. Even if it is not the same cat. Take some money and go shopping or get lunch while you are out, and it won't be time wasted. could be a store out in that area that you never get to because it is far, or an exotic eatery. What city is it in? I am in Monrovia, on the Arcadia border. I have worked in Pasadena for 30 years. I went to their pound last month.
Hum. It's kinda long. When I first moved here (I rent a little century old house) more than 25 yrs. ago, I had my lover of the next 25 yrs. visiting with his best friend. They were fresh off the boatPersian guys. Seeing a stray cat crossing my lawn, they said is that yours? I said no, they said FEED it, I said I did not want to do that because it would hang around, they remarked that it was thin and bulging with unborn kittens and that it was a sin in the eyes of god not to give it food, so it ate, and it stayed, that was Abba Cyn, mother of Siah (which means black) mother of Iman. When Siah had her 3 kits, one was pure white with long hair. The only mark it had were a tiny spot of brown and black on the top of her head. Really it was a dot, 3brown hairs, 2black hairs. I decided that god had touched her and the brown was his thumb mark, the black from his pointing finger. She looked etherial dancing on the front lawn, I thought that someone may steal her for her beauty, and one day that happened. She was gone 6 months. I woke one day and could not sleep, intuition of some sort sort on me and wide awake at 7am. I looked at tv, nothing there, I looked out to see if feral cats were noisy on the porch, nothing. Across the street, a good looking young man in an AC van was looking at a map. I asked him if he were lost. While I was at it I asked if he had taken my cat 6 mos. ago. He invited me to the pound, cities away, to look. My GF flaked on me, and I was to go alone from her house and almost went home, it was a work day, I needed my nap. At the pound there were no white kitties. Handsome ACguy saw me and asked did I find my er, kitty. I said no, he commented on the fact that a cat picked up on my neighbor's lawn would go all the way to the Baldwin Park shelter, on my way home, I switched directions and went all the way to BP. In the next to the last cage, in a sepate room for sick animals, back to the wire, was a white cat. I tapped the wire and the cat turned and her eyes got big and she said ma, ma as she put her tiny paw reaching through the wire at me. I took the cat out and it had the spot on the head, so I figured it was the right cat, it knew me. I went out with the cat and an attendant stopped me and said I would have to pay for her before I could have her. They asked me what sex was my cat, I said I never looked, but she acted female, this cat was. They said what color eyes, I said yellow, they said this cat had blue eyes, I made them talk to the attendant on the phone, they found the error. I was given the cat. She had feline respiratory syndrome and was emaciated and weak, and sneezing. I had no money for a vet so I crushed pennecillin tabs into 4 pieces and gave it through the days till she recovered. Now in retrospect, I had had a recurring dream that featured a child's voice calling to me from across a river, lost it seemed, before Iman was born. The dreams later featured a little girl that spoke to me with a British accent, when asked her name, she replied "I'm Anne" (w/that accent it sounds like "on") I was perplexed at what to call that tiny white kitten. I looked in the Koran, my dog had a biblical name. I found the word Iman(ee-mon) or faith. Looking at the kit, I thought it fit. Putting the odd dreams of that child w/ the fact that the cat seemed less a cat than a small child, she would fall right on her face if you tossed her, not agile, she walked on her hind legs about the house often, and would sit and stare endlessly at my eyes late at night with this weird little smile. Well...it gets weirder. Let's save the spider story and the fever story for next time. As far as psychic goes, I wish I could make money at it, but I am both clairvoyant and telepathic and have practised Astral projection since my early teens. I dream lucidly and remember all my dreams, from all my life, so I sort out the dreams w/power, or message, from the work-a-day normal REM activities (90% of them mean nada). The rest well, if I could dream lotto I would be happier than dreaming about people I don't know's houses, or uncles, but admittedly the foresight keeps me out of some trouble, and apparently lends psychic support to people I am connected to in that way.
Persian guys.
