09/03/2022
Yes!!!!!!!!!! Billy is home. Just amazing. Isn't it auspicious that his first day home is National Ginger Cat Day?
I checked my FB messages yesterday and discovered one from a west side pal who faithfully checks the lost and found pages. Becky Grasser is an art patron of mine and has sent possible Billy posts before, but none have panned out. (She's also responsible, btw, for finding our recent adoption.) Well, Wednesday afternoon she messaged a possibility in Madison and there was no denying it was Billy from the photo. There he sat, inside, out of the rain. I'd have missed seeing the post if she hadn't alerted me.
Lori and Tony had been feeding him outside (with another stray) for the past two weeks and had taken him to the vet just that day to see if the clinic recognized him. They even treated him with topical flea drops. It was very clear that if he wasn't claimed, they'd give him a home. And a good home it would have been. We are grateful beyond words for their care.
It was very clear that the couple were extremely fond of Billy...and they almost got the name right: they were calling him Larry. I'm very sure Lori was missing him already despite her commenting that he should be re-united with his family. I felt badly for her and though feeling sad, she was clearly happy to do her part in returning him to us.
Their home is in the woods near a Metroparks and is 14 miles away over the road. Signage was terrible and we missed the street in the dark. It was serendipity that brought us to the right place. Tony carried Billy outside, put him down and let him wander. Billy walked past me and I called his name, whereupon he did a 90 degree turn and headed right for me! He recognized me! I picked him up and hugged him. He smelled so good! It was wonderful.
If Billy had followed the Grand River which meanders like crazy but nearly connects to both our doorsteps, he'd have had to cross the river and would have traveled at least 25 miles along the water....in 82 days. OTRoad he'd have traveled +1/6 mile daily; AlongTRiver he'd have had to make a bit more than 3 miles a day. Driving was 25 minutes. It's an amazing trek.
Aside from looking sad, being a few pounds lighter, having bits of dried crap in his eye corners and being on high alert and jumpy to surprise stimuli after living outside, the only thing that shows wear are his feet. What were once pink pads are discolored, The long hair between the toes is ragged and there remains evidence of something black matting the hair....like tar maybe. In my mind it still remains possible that he was picked up locally or in the Metroparks across the way and perhaps dropped off in a Madison park later. Only Billy knows and (sorry, Jim) he ain't talkin'.
My dear neighbor asked me if finding Billy after 82 days changed by belief in god. Of course not. But having him home has reinforced a core belief: I've seen it repeatedly and truly believe in the kindness of strangers... that alone is what brought Billy home.