We have seen him twice now. On Sunday night, around dusk Evan was looking for Quincy. He saw him and started calling him. At first Quincy ran toward him and then freaked out and ran away from him. We cornered him under a neighbor’s deck, but he escaped.
Tuesday morning, I woke up around 5:30 in the morning and looked out our bedroom window. He was strolling down the sidewalk in front of our house. He then headed to the neighbor’s yard. We ran outside in our pajamas to call him. He once again headed toward us, then freaked out and ran the other direction. I figure that his wild cat/self preservation instincts have kicked in and that is why he won’t come to us. These instincts are probably keeping him safe outside, however, so I can’t be too mad.
Right now, we have three traps from the humane society set up around the house. Since he seems too freaked out to actually come to us, we figure this is our best bet for catching him. We know that the traps work because we caught a neighborhood cat on Saturday.
While I am so glad we know that as of yesterday morning he was alive and in the area, it is still so frustrating that we can’t catch him.
If you wouldn’t mind, continue to think good cat catching thoughts for us.