I am really tired this morning. I did a final sweep of the area at 12:30AM using the flashlight to sweep all the nearby bushes and brush. If she looked my way, I'd catch the reflection in her eyes. This morning at 5AM, I posted "lost cat" signs around the neighborhood, then I went deep into the woods along the paths a cat would take, usually downhill. Nothing. By 6:30AM I headed back up to home and as I walked past the back of the house, I saw her; she looked bedraggled and full of broken leaves. As I approached her she arched and hissed - clearly she was freaked out. As I called her she calmed down and approached me. We are united again. I just fed her breakfast and she is still a bit hissy. Time for lots of cuddles.
The last time I wrote about losing a cat, it was Sutra. Two years ago, on a lovely full moon night, I fell asleep with him on my chest. I awoke to find him gone - he had slipped away through the open door left ajar to let the cool air into the house. His fate was much worse than yesterday's adventure as Sutra wandered off into the woods, headed downhill a 1/2 mile to the main road to be struck down by the metal dragons.
This outcome was far better. I don't know what gets into cats when out of the blue they decide to take a walkabout. This too was a full moon night and the weather was pleasant enough to entice Fariell to go a-wandering, something she never does. It's Beren who launches out into the day to return an hour or so later. I walk these cats every couple of days and they are very good at staying nearby as I take them around the grounds. They come when called too, but last night Fariell just wanted to go solo.
The not-quite-summer full moon does bring out the wanderlust in us mammals - I felt it myself last night, sitting in the hot tub with the moon framed in the perfect rectangle of the kitchen porch, beaming down on me.
I'm glad your kitty decided she'd had enough moon-dancing for one night.
I am SO relieved, as I've been through the (permanently) lost cat situation. So I feel for you.
I had ulcers when Circe got out and disappeared, when she was very young. (Since then, she has had NO urge to ever go outside again. The other day, she bounced out onto the porch to see Ming, suddenly looked around, realizing she was outside, and bolted under a bush, where she huddled, howling, until I "rescued" her.)
I'm glad to hear this... losing a cat is a really scary proposition.
I've lost Skitty twice when she ran out the door. I've heard that a lot of cats will look for a hiding place nearby, and that is your best bet for finding them, and that's how I found Skitty last time. Chibi is an ex-stray, though, so he finds his way home, usually when I get home, so I can let him inside.
Thank you all for your thoughts and blessings. Fariell is doing better but I think I know what is going on: jealousy and concern. The two cats are quite jealous of the human sharing situation. With Selene gone for a while, I am the human-who-must-be-shared, and that does not sit well with either of them. If I start petting and cuddling Fariell, Beren stumps out of the room then heads downstairs. If I start cuddling Beren, Fariell goes to the farthest corner of the house and mopes. Great. Meanwhile Fariell, who has bonded more to Selene is looking for her and I think she must have decided Selene had to be out there somewhere.
Oh well, the hissing has ended and they are mostly civil to each other.
Jilara, yes, I knew about the close to home bit, but Fariell simply refused to acknowledge her presence and location. Usually when I take them on walks they will separate from each other and myself. I can locate them by just calling out their names which elicits a short 'mreow' out of each of them. It was clear Fariell did not want to be found. Scary but mighty manipulative - that is one essence of catness.