And not posting lately.
First off, I was running about enumerating people.
Which is sort of fun, in a busybody sort of way.
Then I had to take off to New York to help Sair dig her way out of her dorm room.
She’d been having the Term From Hell, but finally escaped without severe tire damage.
But I think it was a good thing I came out, cos even with the two of us it as all very last minute getting everything packed and out of the room.
Then we got back here, and Niki Cat was missing.
Almost two weeks later he still is.
We know a lot more about it now.
On May 11th a UC undergrad who shall be termed Sh*t-For-Brains, or SFB, encountered him about three blocks from home, about one block further from home than he usually goes.
She decided to rescue him.
And carried him four blocks further away from home, and kept him in her apartment for a week.
SFB put up one found poster, on the wall of a restaurant near where she’d found him.
She called the pound and described him as female, blue-eyed, and unchipped.
She tried to give him away to various friends, and failed.
She was going back home to San Diego, so she stuck him back onto the street outside her apartment – on the other side of Telegraph Avenue from here.
That was on the 17th.
I missed her pound announcement – I think it wasn’t in the book the first time I looked.
And said he was a blue-eyed girl, but her poster is him.
We finally found it when a helpful person who had seen our signs called us to tell us about it, and ask if it was the same cat.
This is SFB’s photo of Nikki from her poster, which is how we know she actually had him rather than the blue-eyed, unchipped female she reported to the pound.
Oh, and she said he had no stripes.
We have done, and continue to do, massive postering.
We have wandered the streets calling and searching for hours.
We have responded to multiple sightings – there are a fair number of Not-Him fluffy grey cats in this town, and people have been very helpful.
He may have been spotted back on this side of Telegraph on the 24th, about three blocks from home.
That caller actually owns one of the Not-Him cats we have gone to check out, and he says his cat (“The Captain”) was up on a garage roof with the cat on our poster.
I’m trying hard to believe this, and to think he may be wandering in the right direction.
Or he may have been rescued yet again.
I am checking with the pound daily.
I continue to go out calling nightly.
Oh, and Boe cat didn’t have bone cancer.
It’s squamous cell cancer, in his jaw, and probably inoperable.
He’s still fine, but his jaw is becoming misshapen, and eventually it just won’t work.
We are all kind of sad just now.