Then Sunday afternoon, we came across Tinkerbell, a long-haired, blue-eyed, five-year old Siamese. When I first saw her in the cage, she rolled onto her back, stuck out a paw and curled her toes around the end of my finger. Her blue eyes seemed to smile. We spent time petting her and getting to know her and we both knew she would be coming home with us.
By late Sunday evening she sat on my lap, purred, loved on my husband and seemed happy to be with us. BUT, around 10:30, I saw her under the dining room table--then she was gone. Someone had left the door at the bottom of the stairs open and she vanished. We haven't seen her since. The vet and Humane Society say adult cats introduced into a new environment often do this and will come out when they're ready.
We finally figured out where she's hiding. There's a hole in the wall next to the tub where my husband had done some plumbing awhile back--it's the only place she could be. We know she's there because she has been using the cat box and has eaten food and sampled the water we'd put out for her.
I'm just so impatient to see her again. But I must wait. (sigh)
