I saw that cat today, sitting on a porch. I called him. He looks awful. So awful. He did not come but he looked at me. I made a great show of setting his food out next to the comfortable bed I'd made for him.
Remember that I told you that someone had posted about him on facebook? I'd messaged her last week and let her know that I was trying to work on him. The owner also posted that she'd like someone to take care of him, that her sister was supposed to be caring for him but he was afraid of her dog.
Anyways, that woman reached out to me on facebook again. She's very concerned about him as well. I said that I was trying to get him to trust me. She said that he's a very friendly cat and that she and her daughter pet him and hold him all the time. Because he was sick, she couldn't let him in the house because she did not have a cage and did not want him roaming in the house until they knew for sure what was wrong with him.
"I've got a cage," I offered. "I used it when we brought home a feral."
She actually lives across the street from us, so at 11:00, Tim and I were dragging the crate to her. We set it up for her. I asked her if she had cat litter.
She looked stricken. She had a litter pan.
I ran back across the street to get a bag of litter.
Much to my absolute delight, she was calling 'Louie' when I got to the end of the driveway. I heard him meow. "Come on~" she said. And that cat walked right up on her porch and followed her in the house. When I showed up with the litter, he was sitting in his cage, unperturbed, being petted. He flopped down to cock a leg over one ear and clean himself while we finished talking.
She's got someone who is not a vet but works quite a lot with the feral cat population. She will be stopping in to give the cat a once over and some medication. She is afraid that he might have a broken jaw.
But the good news is that he's inside now. The long term plan is to get him healthy and neutered. She's not sure if she can make a house cat out of him, but that's the goal.
What a happy ending!