Always a beacon of Hope, I am Monkey, Miracle Kitty! On Thursday, 02 September 21, my little gray Russian Blue, Monkey, slipped out of our new house... and was lost to us. No one had seen him since. Day one, I was distraught (to say the least). The following days were no less relentless. In the 22 days since losing my cat, I lost sleep, I occasionally lost my mind, and I lost roughly 14 pounds. I
was unwell, mostly self-inflicted, but I could not control my feelings to counter my distress. In the first few days, I searched our land frantically. I traversed our mountain property constantly and at all hours of the day & night. I introduced myself to new neighbors (under duress, unfortunately) and impressed upon strangers to keep an eye out. I disbursed flyers and hung posters all over our town. I hired dog trackers and remote reiki healers and spiritual helpers. I flooded the internet and social media with my loss. Monkey quickly became a local celebrity; everyone knew him before they even met me or Nicole. Milford mobilized. Frenchtown was on alert. Hunterdon County was familiar with our whole family. And all without ever lying eyes on our little kitty's physical form. Early on, I learned that regardless of what happened in this ordeal, we at least moved to a very caring community. For that alone, I am glad. In those three (plus) weeks, I was not myself. I hardly slept. Or ate. I was more active, physically, than ever before and the toll on my body was rough. If I'm being brutally honest, I have never worked harder for anything in my life. Emotionally, I was angry, sad, frustrated, embarrassed, scared, and more. And not just for me, but for Monkey. I kept most of it inside, but the emotions eventually bottlenecked in my heart, my mind, and my body, and on occasion, the levee (so to speak) would break. My health suffered, my mental state was a wreck, and my family had to deal with this mess of a husband and father before them. I was as out of control to them as the situation was to me. The marketing (for lack of a better term) resulted in a few sighting calls. Nothing panned out. Time helped, but the pain lingered. Today, I finally relented a bit to the reality of the situation, as evidenced by the silent change in my Facebook profile and cover pics to darkness. And then... light. Based on assistance from new friends, I was directed to a certain area around my home. I hiked to the cell tower at the top of the mountain we live on to place yet another food trap and camera there. By the time I arrived at the compound, I was winded. So rather than carry all my gear around, I set it down and decided to walk around the gated area to find a suitable place for the trap. I made it to the rear of the cell phone tower compound when I noticed a small gray tuft of fur huddled on a concrete slab next to the air conditioner unit. I ran over, whispered Monkey's name, and eyes turned to meet mine. In his silent meow, Monkey whispered back. I found him! I called to him relentlessly, but he would do no more than look at me and talk back. I called my wife, who was working remotely as opposed to from home (as usual), and told her my news and that I needed her help. She responded immediately. During that time, I grew restless in my excitement and I took it upon myself to act. Admittedly, I ripped the chain link fence from the nearby post and wriggled my way underneath. I was muddied, my shirt was ripped, and my back was cut... but I got Monkey. We waited there in the gated compound together with him in my arms until my wife arrived to assist us. I passed his fragile body to her through the gate and made my way back under the fence to where they were. We loaded him into the trap I carried to the compound and we immediately called for help. Monkey was taken to a relatively local vet hospital and was under their strictest care for about a week. He was severely, though not surprisingly, dehydrated and malnourished. He had a bite mark on his rear leg that was swollen; he currently has a limp. He was thin and weak. However, Monkey is a miracle kitty and a fighter-- he's working his way through to a full recovery! Finally, Monkey is safe and we, his family, are celebrating his return. We can all rest well tonight-- the first time in 22 days!
- Monkey's Hooman