There Is Still Hope

An update from the previous post.

Misia wasn’t found the next morning.

My mom found the trap triggered, but empty, with some of the food eaten. We concluded that someone’s pet got caught, and I later noted that the rear door of the trap wasn’t closed the way I did, so I know a human opened it.

My mom and I searched the area again this morning, calling out for Misia, but there was no sign of her. Cats that are displaced will hide in silence, they won’t respond to your voice.

We went to talk with the lady that spotted her, and she gave us more information. She told us that she saw a brown and black furred cat run in front of her chasing a chipmunk, and she stopped in front of her, looking at her from 3 feet, then ran off to hide under someone’s camper.

When I showed her a full picture of Misia she confirmed it was definitely her, and this gave me hope that she was still alive, having learned to hunt for food.

We had to leave the campsite to return back home (another grueling 14 hours of driving), so we gave the lady and her husband our animal trap, hoping they can try to catch Misia and ship her back home.

To my friends and to others who gave me their condolences, thank you so much. I hope she is found soon before the cold winter comes.