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Little Lost Kitty


Published July 23, 2009 at 1:55 p.m.

Few things make me as sad as lost items. Perhaps sad isn’t exactly the right word. Losing an umbrella is obviously not nearly as wrenching as say, the plight of lepers in developing countries or the conscription of child soldiers in war-torn parts of Africa. But when I see lost mittens, abandoned bikes, the occasional shoe without a mate, something tugs at my heartstrings. My frayed, black heartstrings.

This is why Dawn O’Connell’s homemade flyer, which ended up on my porch last night, is really making me bummed. The notice is simple — the word “MISSING” is printed in handwritten capital letters over the photo of her cat, Cody. Underneath the cat’s photo is Dawn’s contact info. It’s amazing that in an age of digital overkill that something as simple as a handmade, photocopied flyer can be so effective and poignant. The flyer has spurred me to action. I want to find Dawn’s cat, not so that I can be the hero, though that would be an added bonus, but so that Dawn can rest easy knowing that Cody is safe and sound mewing around the house, playing with cat toys and getting stoned on catnip.

This is a photo of Cody, the wayward indoor house cat.

I knew Cody was missing earlier in the day. Dawn noted her feline’s disappearance on Front Porch Forum and entreated her neighbors to let her know if they’d seen him. Then, later in the day, I saw that Dawn had posted flyers around the neighborhood describing Cody and asking people to alert her if they see him. I resolved to keep my eyes peeled for Cody, because for some reason I want nothing more than to see Dawn and her furry companion reunited.

Last night, as I was drifting off to slumberland whilst reading a book about Adirondack chairs, I was roused by a screeching that sounded like it was coming from the bowels of Hell. Of course, it was just the neighborhood feral cats that like to carouse in my dirt pile of a backyard, not fiery hellbeasts. A few months ago, or so the neighborhood legend goes, the fellow who lived behind me passed away. His cats were let loose on the neighborhood and in their grief have begun terrorizing the other few cats on the block. Cat fights are now a regular thing in my ‘hood, much to the collective chagrin of my dog and me.

When I heard these cats striking blows last night, my immediate thought was that they had gotten to Cody the innocent. I couldn’t let that happen. I rushed to the window, only to spy the usual feline suspects mixing it up. Cody wasn’t in sight. At least I don’t think so. Sadly, I don’t know a Coon cat from a Balinese, so it very well could have been Cody. But I hope not. These cats are fierce, and not in a "Project Runway" way, and would think nothing of doing severe bodily harm. One cat in the little kitty Hooverville behind my house looks like he lost an eyeball in a particularly bitter battle. Street cats clearly don't mess around.

I’m keeping my fingers crossed that Dawn and Cody are reunited. If you happen to see a bedraggled black and tan long-haired Coon cat milling around your neighborhood, please let Dawn know. In lieu of a paper flyer, check out Dawn’s Craigslist listing. Good luck, little Cody cat. Be a good boy now and go back home.