Things are a bit calmer today, so thought I'd take the opportunity to give you the back story. There isn't much to it really, we've just been extremely lucky. My initial suspicion that Hendrix had got into a vehicle was proven true, although my neighbour and the company who replaced his garage door swore blind that wasn't the case, it was way too noisy and that they went straight back to their base after their work here.
I had called the garage door company at 8.30am the next day to ask them where they went or was he in their van. So I couldn't understand why I got nothing from my leafleting in our area or any of my phone calls etc, I could only think he'd got locked in somewhere or he'd been stolen or something.
Hendrix has lost a lot of collars and only once before had we been called when someone found it. So that was our first lucky break, getting a call about his collar. I rushed over to pick it up and asked them to show me exactly where they found it on a map and started leafleting there immediately. There were lots of the garage doors next door had fitted, so I called them again on the off chance he'd hidden really well in their van and had jumped out the next day. That's when I was told that actually they had gone to another couple of jobs, one of which was exactly across the road from where the collar was found.
Plenty of leafleting and a couple of potential sightings and we didn't hear anything really for nearly a week. Thursday night we got a call from someone who I'd spoken to and given a leaflet at the weekend. A tabby, very skinny around the car lot. Jon took off in his car to check it out and then he called me say he had him - and I could recognise Hendrix from the caterwauling inside the car. As soon as Hendrix heard Jon's whistle he went mental, Jon said the racket he made was terrible but helped him pinpoint him.
I have never been so relieved in my life to see that skinny bag of bones! The noise he made pretty much non stop for 12 hours those was horrible, a real distress call. Which of course freaked jagger out and he managed to pull the manual control out of the cat flap so he could escape it.
But we are getting there. Hendrix is much more himself today and is up and about instead of just sleeping and eating. Jagger is still a bit unsure but Hendrix is grooming himself again now and seems pretty nonplussed by Jagger's growls and hisses. Although so far today, even that has stopped and they've managed to be in the same room at the same time quite happily. We thought things were going to be way worse than this when jagger ran off like that so we are pleasantly surprised.
I think Hendrix is recovering from his ordeal quicker than I am! He is certainly resilient! Xx
_________________ Clare Hendrix and Jagger, Brown Marble Boys (born 18 August 2013) Hampshire, UK
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