Some of you may know that one of our cats, JJ, has been missing for three weeks. While the tribute to him I am about to relate may seem macabre, or at least morbid, let me end the anticipation in advance and let you know that the outcome is joyous.
This cat of ours is living proof that some cats have nine lives, or at least five. JJ came to us already on his second. A co-worker of mine found him in a ditch in rural Hutto when he was probably about 6 weeks old. It was mid-summer during an extended Texas drought. There was no way to tell if he was abandoned or stray but he was covered with fleas and scars from old flea and ant bites. He was so tiny he fit in the palm of your hand. We gave him a good home and he learned to put up with all the big dogs.
Like all of our cats, JJ was an indoor/outdoor cat who came and went pretty much as he pleased. When JJ was about two he disappeared during the late winter/early spring. We looked high and low, called his name, left food outside, but could not find him. I assumed his fate was that of country cats - he either wandered off and found someplace better or something worse had happened. Two weeks after JJ went missing we got a call from our friend Jack. He said he found our cat. Turns out JJ had been living in Jacks' van (full of construction tools and whatnot) the whole time. Apparently when Jack was visiting one day he left his van open for a time. Curious JJ must have climbed in and then hid. Anyway, Jack immediately drove out to the house and delivered a much skinnier JJ. Other than needing some food and water he appeared no worse, albeit he was much more skittish. Now, keep in mind that after this incident, JJ avoids strangers like the plague and usually ventures no further than 10 feet from our garage door.
About six months to a year later, I was doing some laundry in the garage during a particularly rowdy hill country thunderstorm. The power went out and I went around the house turning appliances off so as to prevent a power surge when the electricity came back on. I opened the lid to the washing machine and the door to the dryer. When the power came back on I closed and shut the lids and started the washer and dryer. When I turned the dryer on I heard a sound, th-thump, th- thump. I thought to myself, "Hmmm, that sounds like a pair of tennis shoes........... Wait a minute, I didn't put any shoes in the dryer". It took me two th-thumps to work through that in my head. When I opened the dryer, I reached in and felt around for the shoes or frying pan that someone must have put there while I was otherwise occupied. Instead of something leathery or hard, I felt a something furry. You guessed it, JJ, now ready to begin his fourth life. Other than being moderately shaken up, again, no worse for the wear. But still, afraid of strangers, prone to staying indoors more often than not, and now will not go in the garage when he hears the dryer.
Fast forward to a month or so ago. JJ, who likes his peace and quiet, is now escaping to the outdoors more often since we are doing a lot of noisy demo on the place and since he has to share his space with the dogs. Three weeks ago (to the day) was the last time I saw JJ. I became worried given his nature. I went and looked all over the 4.83 acres for him, calling his name. This wouldn't necessarily be easy even with most normal cats, but it was especially difficult with JJ because he didn't meow, ever. Sometime he would squeak ever so quietly, but no meowing for him. He knows how to conserve his energy. Finally, again, I had to reach the conclusion that he was gone. He found a quieter place to live or had not survived an encounter with the neighbors' dogs who may have ventured too far onto our property when the gate was left open.
Yesterday I was helping Rich put down the pipe for the cable line to the new house. I was standing quietly, holding a yellow string by the air conditioner of the house, when I heard several faint meows. I thought one of our other cats must have gone into the new house before the masons got there and was now too scared to leave. I looked in our bathroom window, but saw nothing. Then I heard the meows again. I immediately thought of JJ, that maybe he was stuck in the air conditioner or some debris that was in the bathtub. I yelled for Rich "There's a cat in the house!!" When he looked at me oddly, I clarified, "There's a cat
in the house!!!!" Rich came running, from 90 feet away, dodging fences and two foot deep ditches, grabbing a hammer or crowbar along the way. He ran into the bathroom flinging construction debris from the bathtub not caring the reason the water in there was yellow...no cat. Then again, meows. I think we looked at each other thinking, in a split second, how long our house had been sheetrocked and how long JJ had been missing. Rich went to work with the hammer while I ran next door to get a flash light.


Finally, we see.........JJ. He had been sheetrocked in the house. This is where he lived for the past 20 days. He is skinnnnnnnnyyyy but appears to be OK. I lured him out with my voice and a can of cat food slowly inching him into the cat carrier. We carried him into his familiar old house where he ate and drank little bits at a time. He is awfully skinny, but appears to have survived this latest ordeal. He slept beside me all night and I kept him safe from curious doggies and warm from the sub freezing chill outside. We can only hope JJ decides not to test the nine lives theory and is satisfied with this fifth one.