Are You Stella?

October 08, 2016

Are You Stella?

Also in the midst of the move, one morning...

while Moon and Copper took their regular positions near the patio, I continued to walk around the yard looking for "residue." Looking up at the Dahlias, I noticed that one was facing down rather than standing tall and erect like all the other blooms.

That's when I saw her. There she was sitting near the edge of the fence under the Dahlias. Being thin, she had apparently snuck though the fence posts and decided to watch the dogs and I that morning.

Meow...meow

While both dogs were totally unaware of her presence, I approached, leaning in to scratch her head. She loved it so much I knew she must have belong to someone.

The dogs must have finally gotten her scent because as they came running up the hill, she vanished through the fence and into the woods. It was then that I decided to put the dogs in, give them their breakfast and walk down the gravel road. I had seen signs for someone who lost a cat recently. The sign said to call Sam and that he'd lost his cat, Stella. Jotting down the number, I grew hopeful. Perhaps this was it.

When I got back to house, I let the dogs out into the back yard, got some dog kibble and went out through the garage. Without hesitation, I found myself saying "here kitty, kitty" over and over. Sure enough, she came running from the back woods, jumped up on the stonewall where I'd placed the dried dog food.

She seemed more interested in affection and attention that the dog kibble. Eating two or three pieces, she was then distracted by the dogs.

She nuzzled, rubbed, rolled over seemingly loving the attention until Moon and Copper became jealous and started barking at her. Then she jumped down off the wall, deciding to seek safety back in the woods vanishing almost immediately.

That was the last I saw of her.

Calling the number, I left a voicemail leaving my home and cell number. No one ever called me back. Calling the number a second time that night, I was happy when a real person answered. It was the man who'd placed the posters up.

He said this wasn't his cat (although the neighbors and I still think it is the spitting image of the cat on the poster). He did tell me that his cat has a distinctive mark on its nose and if I spotted it to give him a call. Sam didn't sound hopeful. However, I hope he finds Stella and I hope this one finds it's way home too...:)