We had some good luck concerning the kitten: we took him to the vets and, lo and behold, he was microchipped! Totally wasn’t expecting that, but glad nonetheless. The vet phoned us say they’d gotten a number and address and would phone them and get back to us. Super. Except… that was two and a half weeks ago.
Just as we were beginning to give up getting a hold of his owners as a lost cause we got a phone call from the vets! They phoned yesterday morning and by 1 o’clock in the afternoon he was gone. It was all so sudden it seems surreal – as if he wasn’t ever here.
Apparently, our lack of luck with getting a hold of the owner was due to timing problems (night shift worker) and the owner avoiding phone-calls from someone else thus missing ours, too. The minute it went to a letter, they called the vet right away – surprised that the kitten they’d been missing for a whole month and a half had suddenly turned up! Apparently they and their family had been out looking for the wee scamp for weeks, worried because they lived near a railway and land where foxes are known to prowl. Given he’s such a teeny thing (six months old, would you believe!), it would have been easy for a driver not to see him or a bigger critter to get a hold of him.
Having given up on finding him themselves they realised they hadn’t sent away his microchip form. D’oh. Still not sure how the microchip company had him on the database – I can only assume they knew which vet had said microchip and traced the owner that way? If anyone knows how the system works I’d welcome a possible explanation =)
The other surprise came when we found out he’d come from a good few miles away – in Larbert. We’d not even thought to phone the vets further afield than Camelon assuming that such a teeny tiny cat wouldn’t have walked very far from home. When he came to us, he looked a little underfed but not starving. Given that they’d been missing him for six weeks, we’d only had him for three and he seemed to have not gotten into too bad a condition for his size we all wondered if he’d perhaps been taken from Larbert and brought to Camelon by some (possibly) well-meaning stranger who’d found him – only to run off again.
I had wanted to know what his real name was and found out inadvertently when I mentioned that, on finding him, we’d assumed he was a she. Apparently this wasn’t the first time as originally he’d been called… Millie. Hehe. When the truth became apparent, Millie became Mills – a name which has a slight mischevious tilt, to my mind, and suits the wee man well – though I’ll probably always remember him as Cai =)
The place feels rather quiet without him and whilst I won’t miss him trying to eat everything (including my plants) I will miss the wee scamp being a cute addition to the family and generally adding some random to the house.
Miss ya, wee man.