Unknown Gray Tabby

Every cat has a story. Unfortunately, most of the time, we don't know it or know only part of it, and the cat has no way to tell us. Every time I go to rescue an unknown cat, I wish he could tell me his story. I'd like to know why he is in the tree, does he have a home, if he has a home, what his life has been like thus far. When I went to rescue this unknown gray tabby in Denham Springs, I wished so badly he could tell me his story. When I climbed up to him, he readily walked along the limb to me expecting me to be friendly, and he trusted me completely. He was ready to step on my lap right away, so I spread the bottom of the cat bag on my lap first and let him step on my lap. I pulled the bag up around him and took him down. This was one of the easiest rescues I have done.

Once we were on the ground, I kept him in the bag so I could scan him thoroughly for a microchip. He was not wearing a collar, so I was hoping for a microchip so I could return this sweet boy back to the home he must surely have. He had no chip, so then I agonized about what to do with him. I already knew he did not belong to any of the neighbors, and they didn't even recognize him. He still might live nearby, but it wasn't safe to turn him loose so close to a busy road. The only responsible thing to do was to hold him someplace safe until his owner can claim him. It was too late to take him to the local animal shelter, so I gave him to a dear friend who is a supreme cat advocate and has a close relationship with the shelter. She graciously volunteered to hold him and take him to the shelter. I posted a picture of him on the Lost Pets page for that area, and I hope his owner will soon claim him. He is too sweet, trusting, and healthy not to have a good home.

This sweet cat knew where he wanted to go, and he didn't understand why I took him so far away from there. If he could tell me where his home was, I would have taken him straight there right away. If he could tell me his story, I would happily become his advocate and help him any way I could. Instead, he and I were both frustrated, and the right thing to do was a mysterious unknown because we had no way to communicate with each other. I wanted a way to hear his story, or at least find someone who knew it. An identifying collar and a microchip would have made a huge difference. It wouldn't tell me his story, but it would at least tell me where home is.