For all those who’ve asked, our cat is still missing. I’ve gotten no word from our acquaintance who was supposed to venture into the city. I doubt he’s gone yet, and when he does, I don’t know that he’ll even have time to peek in on her.
Another botched opportunity: on Sunday, I was supposed to go to New Orleans with a very clever friend who’d figured out a way for us to get past the military patrols. I was all set, but then our wires got crossed (communication here is still a challenge), and he went without me. He was able to get to his house, but not to mine, alas.
There is some good news, though: when my friend got home, he found that a rescue team had already taken his cat. Even better, there was still a full bowl of food on the floor, meaning that the team arrived early on. So, since my friend and I put in our requests to the SPCA at about the same time, and since neither of our neighborhoods flooded, I’m hoping that Lola has already been rescued.
I have some work to do in Baton Rouge today, and afterward, I’m going to trek to Gonzales, Louisiana. That’s where they’re keeping all the rescued animals. Apparently, there’s no system to the kennels at this point. You can’t call and ask for a pet by name or location or markings or anything; you just have to go down and look for yourself. When you find a reasonable match, I think they have some rudimentary system for verifying the address where it was found. That’s what I hope, anyway.
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