When I got to the meeting point on J Avenue, Helen Reddy's song "Keep on singing" was playing. Got me singing along, head bobbing. There was already someone at the meeting place: cheerful Julie, who's been posting responses to my Lost Pet posts. Julie and I walked through the area behind the vet's, me calling out to Elsie and her stuffing flyers in mailboxes.
Michelle, Luke, and Dudley (a large "dumb," according to Michelle, and handsome dog) came a bit later, and I walked with them, glad for the company. It was nice to catch up with Michelle and watch Luke's energy and antics. A guy with a SAINT sweatshirt met us, too: he seemed knowledgeable about some feral cat colonies and went to check them out on his own.
After about an hour, we said goodbye to Julie and started walking between J and I Aves, along the streets. I dropped off a flyer at Green Gables Inn--a neighborhood bar on J Ave. I've never been in that place. Of course I haven't: I don't really drink. Amazing: at 10 am it was full of men in baseball caps drinking beers in dim light at the wrap-around bar. The barkeep told me she'd put up the flyer.
There was a sign for a garage sale in the next alley, so we went down, thinking we'd drop off a flyer there. The woman having the sale looked at the flyer. "I think I might have seen your cat this morning," she said. Really? Where? When?
"I'm a smoker, so I go out on the porch," she said. "This morning there was a light-colored cat I haven't seen in the area before. There are other cats that live around here, and another light-colored one, but this one was different. She started to come up on the porch, but when I got up to pet her, she went across the street--not very fast."
Totally sounds like Elsie.
We told her how grateful we were for the lead, and she showed us where the cat had run, across the street to an abandoned house.
I was so heartened by this report. Michelle and Luke went home soon after, but I stayed and walked around that neighborhood, putting flyers on cars and handing them to people. I met a couple getting out of their car. The man said he thought he'd seen a cat like that recently in the alley. "There are a lot of stray cats around here," he said. "They come by our house. My wife leaves out food for cats."
"Oh, thank you," I said to the wife, who didn't answer, but just smiled slightly and looked down.
"If we see your cat, we'll try to get her to come close so we can catch her for you," he said.
I put out lots of flyers in the area, and walked one more time by the house where Elsie had run. As I walked along the house, I looked into the neighbor's yard, lush with deep grass and a perennial bed. Could that be a light-colored cat? I called Elsie's name, and "here kitty kitty" and the cat looked at me: blue eyes, light body, but this cat had tabby markings on its face. Such a let down! Maybe this was the other light-colored cat that lives around here. Hard to know.
When I got home I finally remembered to check my phone. I am very bad about that: my phone lives in a wallet in my purse, so I never hear it vibrate. There were two messages from the person from SAINT left before we met up . . . and two messages from people regarding the flyer about a lost cat!
One person, Candace, said she might have seen Elsie. I called her back, and she said that she and her boyfriend saw a cat like the one in the flyer on Thursday night in her alley near the car detailing shop. "My boyfriend and I love cats, and she was a beautiful cat. She came pretty close, but then ran away."
Again, sounds like her.
I thanked Candace for calling. "I have some pouches of cat food--if she comes around again, I'll try to get her to come closer," she said.
Another caller, John, left a message "I'm calling about the lost cat, call me back", but I couldn't get a hold of him because his voice mail isn't set up. I'm going to keep trying.
It's good to have some sightings and an address: 1029 Center Point Road. I think maybe I'll go over there at dusk tonight and see if I can find her. I'm a bit sad that I'm going away tomorrow. I wish I could find her before I go.
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