After six weeks missing our beloved ginger tabby cat, Stanley, returned home yesterday. Needless to say, we are all over the moon to have him back and he has settled into his old favourite sleeping spot in my office chair. He had been at the Launceston RSPCA since the day he went missing, courtesy of one our of neighbours. They took it upon themselves to take him there after finding him in the chicken coop, according to the staff. It would have saved us so much hassle if they had just shooed him home, or even brought him back here themselves. We looked for him for ages, asked neighbours (nobody had seen him) and left the window open every night for weeks, hoping he would be there in the morning. We had all but given up on seeing him again when I got a call from the central microchip unit asking if we were missing a finer and white cat named Stanley. I nearly dropped the phone in my excitement. After all this time the RSPCA had found his microchip, scanned him and reported him found, but the stupid NSW microchip centre would not release our contact details so they called the national centre who called their Sydney office, got the number and then called me. What a drama! We had been to the RSPCA twice and called countless times to see if someone had found him, but no one ever connected the cat they were calling “Dante” with our missing Stanley. Thank goodness nobody adopted him and this story ended well for us. Lots of purrs and cuddles here.
