Sneakers, our cat who ran away during Isabel, is alive. I saw him on my way home from my racquetball game tonight. He's in a pretty large forested area here on base.
Bad news: he's been on his own so long he won't come to me. I went back out in more appropriate clothing and took some treats and a flashlight along. I found him again, but once I pulled out some treats and moved towards him he ran off, and I spent another hour looking for him. No luck.
I had just about resigned myself to his loss, either to nature or to another family. Now that I know he's on his own I feel so sad. I wish he would have come back to us. Poor thing. I'll spend a few nights out there trying to coax him back in but if that doesn't work I'll just have to pray someone catches him and turns him in to the vets here on base. He's microchipped, so that will I.D. him as ours.
