My Cat has done time

On friday night, around 5pm or so, I saw my Atilla for the last time for most of the weekend. All day saturday I looked for him, hoping he would show up and come strolling back in to crash out in his spot on the couch. As the day went on I kept going out to look for him, most of the dayt and going back out repeatedly to check and call for him a good portion of the night.

When I got up this morning I was, again, hoping I would walk out to the living room and find him all curled up in his favorite spot. No such luck.

However, a check on the local animal shelter website showed a disheveled and upset looking orangish tan ball of fur on their list of recently aquired animals. So I called my brother, had him come and take me to the shelter where I went into the cat area and started calling his name. He answered..well in his frog like voice anyways. It still took me a while to find him cause of all the other cats in prison yammoring to get out.

When I did, Atilla was apparently placed in the Hannibal Lecter ward for feral mean kitties. Which had me shaking my head because they apparently did not look at the cat they were naming feral. He is anything but. In fact he is so far from his namesake its not even funny.

Turns out, even though he responded to his name, and rubbed up against my hand purring and happy, and that I could describe the little monster perfectly even before I went back there, I still ahd to show proff that he was MY cat. Another trip back home. Digging through old pictures and then back to the shelter.

See, it seems that late friday night, the little Hun had wandered off and gotten himself caught in a cat trap. Probably saw the food in there and went for it. Trouble is, he wasn't collected until late saturday night. Which means he spent a good portion of the night and day locked up in a little cat carrier sized cell. Poor guy. He's filthy now too.

Apparently someone in the neighborhood complained to the Animal Control. So after I finally got him home and less..sheddy all over me, I have determined that next barking dog is going to earn a call to animal control and see how they fucking like it. Yeah their little yapping rat dogs that dont shut up all day or night are fine. MY cat wanders a bit and he gets arrested.

Same with the neighbors thinking its a good idea to repeatedly start doing construction (complete with hammers and saws) at 930PM. They're gonna earn themselves a call to the police. Next time, the time after that and the time after that. See how quickly they start keeping their fucking lets bark all day and night dogs in check and on their actual leashes and not running around.

Neighbors want to ignore their fucking mutts and reprt a cat who is minding his own business. Fine. Lets see how they deal with it. They fine for barking dogs after all.