In an unexpected and unusual turn of events, Faber has gone home - to his old home, not a new one. I and the others in the rescue-group to which I belong, the Lethbridge PAW Society, thought he was abandoned, as it seemed that no one was looking for him. It turned out that, like many cats who are eventually rescued, he was lost. In his case, however, he was found again.
The family to which he belonged were indeed searching for him, and published a picture of him on-line. The woman who had kindly fed Faber for two months and then called the PAW Society about him, recognized him. She contacted the family, and they contacted PAW.
Faber - or Frodo, as he was originally named, perhaps because of his feet - was collected yesterday, in the early evening. His people cheerfully reimbursed PAW for the cost of neutering and other medical attention.
I am glad to be part of reuniting him with his family, but I will miss him. He was with me less than a week, but he was such an easy-going and friendly fellow that he impressed himself upon me quite rapidly. My perma-cats , though, won’t miss him. They will, I think, be glad to have the parlour back; that’s where Faber (as I will continue to call him) was quarantined. Ironically, they spent hardly any time in there last night. Cammie, whose favourite room it was, didn’t come in at all. But it may take time for everyone to get back into their routines.
So my household returns to one of four cats; excitement fades and everyone settles once more into equilibrium. But I give a thought to Faber, and wish him luck and continued affection in his home.