The Reclusive and Elusive Cat
This is the latest in the saga of the reclusive and elusive cat.
First, as a reminder, this is about the cat that was left behind when the previous occupants of the house left.
Of course, I knew that the cat was there because I would occasionally catch a short glimpse of him or her (I am not sure if the cat is a he or a she.) before it would quickly scamper into hiding. Also, I would hear the meowing. And, somebody is eating the cat food that I have been leaving.
Last Thursday, when I went to the house, the key was missing from the lockbox. The owner did not get around to providing a replacement key until Sunday. So, after three days, I finally got back into the house with the intent of providing food and water.
Quite naturally, after three days, the cat’s food was all eaten.
On this day, the cat was meowing almost nonstop, perhaps because it was glad to see a replenishment of its food supply.
However, hungry or not, the cat still chose to stay in hiding. The picture where the cat is sitting in the dark is one of its favorite spots. Normally when I peak into this spot, the cat jumps up to the joists and finds its way into its secret passageways into the walls of the old house, but, again, probably because of hunger, it was not so quick to jump away this time.
On this particular day, knowing that the cat must be hungry, I decided to wait it out. Surely the cat would come out for its food.
After standing still like a scarecrow for nearly 20 minutes, finally, the cat started to make its way towards the food. But, as cats will do, it did not make a mad dash for the food, but instead it trepidatiously worked its way towards the food, observing everything along the way, until it finally noticed me, which made it stop and start a few times before eventually making its way to the food.
Now, I had to stand still and silent for another twenty minutes or so, for every small sound or movement that I would make had him ready to run. Somehow, or another, I was able to get my phone in a position to take a photo.
Fortunately, the cat seems to stay in the basement, where the temperatures are more moderate even as the colder season is coming in, however with very little heat being supplied to the house and with days and nights only getting colder and with the potential for someone to soon buy the house, I am running out of time for the cat to warm up enough to be personally picked up and I may have to resort to the trap which can be seen in the picture waiting for its call to action.
“I've been lost now, days uncounted
And it's months since I've seen home
Can you hear me, can you hear me
Or am I all alone”