Moe has a
tail tale to tell. He went MIA and put everyone into a frenzy. We thought we had lost our dear Moe in a Box. All the neighbors were alerted, all the contructions sites notified, Vet was called, Animal control and the Animal Shelter.
See Moe makes a wide patrol of the area and is friends with everyone along his path. A couple of days after the alert, Moe was spotted, but he would not come to anyone - very odd for him and we were afraid he was hurt or sick.
I knew from the bird and chipmonk and other wildlife 'alarm' calls what path and hiding spots he was using. I spent many days walking those paths calling him and setting out some of his favorite treats.
Bella, who took great pride in showing Moe who was boss, got more and more frantic and meowy each day. She won't leave the property, but would sit at the end of the drive or sidewalk while I made my routine. She would be heart broken each time I came back without him.
WELL - after 8 days I had made one of my treks and returned with heavy heart. I decided to put my mind and energy into some housework and in the middle of one of my tasks I heard the patter of feet and a feeble meow. I thought it was Bella in need of a little more cuddle time - it was MOE!!! Skinny, dirty, full of fleas and ticks, a few scratches, and very jumpy.
I just spent a few hours of talking to him, fed him, allowed an occassional pet - Moe came around. He is now back to his old self and clean, deflea'ed and small injuries tended to. We suspect that the local kids that have been tearing up our fields with their dirt bikes might have given Moe a chase. And as they ride every day, would make it a reason he was afraid to come out of hiding.
Everyone is thrilled that our loveable, clown is home and it wasn't his 9th life.