Neko .. FOUND!
Attached to a leash and trapped for 16 days behind a shed in the blackberries!
I recently traveled home to see family. Right before I left, Neko got sick and was placed on medication. I found a sitter for her while I was gone for 4 days on vacation. I flew back for work on Aug 2nd… I called the cat sitter, and he told me she disappeared.
I then found a woman who consults on lost pets, and has a sweet search dog Harley- he's trained like a bomb dog: if there's any cat, he'll find it, no scent required! I met with Amy face-to-face after she read the above email (forwarded on by me and the pet-finding volunteer folks). We sat down to coffee and discussed the layout of the home, did a kitty profile on Neko. She asked hundreds of questions about the area, the circumstances, and how the sitter and HIS cats behave. I answered what I could, she was very concerned about the vast number of variables: foreign environment, two other cats, the leash issue, the not-1oo% issue, the 4 level home with lots of nooks and crannies, the open door and window, AND a wooded ravine two houses down.
Harley showed up in spades with his Search Dog vest, and went to work. He searched the whole home and identified the likely port of exit (the window). Then, we searched the whole yard, neighborhood, and tried to get into the gulch. It took hours, and was raining and miserable. Harley was a trooper and sniffed right through it. We didn't find Neko, but narrowed it down to some blackberry brambles in the sitters yard by his shed (Harley was very excited, and Amy thought she may have heard one feeble mew). We also thought we saw with a set of eyes (well, Amy did… I couldn't be sure. Everywhere I looked, my brain placed images of poor Neko too still with lifeless eyes…). Amy explained that the brambles would need to be searched more thoroughly and should be cut back to aid in that.
I couldn't resist taking a flashlight out (use it to find "eye shine") and trying my luck with the brambles. I scanned everywhere I could see, walked inside the shed (where the dog got excited and Amy thought she heard noise). NOTHING. I called her name a few times, but not because I believed it would matter. I figured she just wasn't there, and if she was, too scared to ask for help… or dead.
I was nearly out of the garden and just said "Neko." Mew. What? I froze. "Neko honey?" Mew mew.
"I follow the sound of this STRONG CRY and just keep calling her name, and hearing her call back. I walk to the end of the cut-back portion of the brambles. I part the brambles (bare armed) and stare into the face of a black cat… MY black cat. She was sitting 5 feet from the end of the cut path at the base of a bush. Her leash was coiled around the stump of a particularly successful bit of blackberry bramble, effectively pinning her in place. She was tangled there for days, up to 16 of them. And now she's safe. SHE'S SAFE.
I don't need the vet to tell me she's fine (a little tachycardic, but she's stressed out). We come home, and I can't leave the car because EVERYONE is calling to congratulate me on finding her! Amy the Detective, my mom, and a co-worker.
So, we THANK EVERYONE - everyone who worried, or who asked, or who prayed, or who hugged me when I broke down crying over her. Thank you Amy. Thank you HARLEY! Thank you, God.
Dr. Monica, Tacoma, Wa.
( complete blog: http://phoenixwing.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html )