We had a "prodigal cat", too.
Litter had been dropped off (dumped) outside of Pierce Hall at our church. I saw the last of them during a chicken barbecue fundraiser at which I was cooking. Caught the little buzz-saw and brought him home. Within about 2 hours, our daughter was pushing hum around in a doll baby carriage. Pierce was with us a long time, and all of our cats came and went as they pleased, but always were home for bedtime.
One Easter, Pierce failed to come home. We searched and searched, called and called, to no avail. After that following Christmas, we thought we heard/saw signs of a cat outside, so I started leaving a can of cat food out in a homemade styrofoam holder that had a heat pack inside so it wouldn't freeze (this was in PA).
After several days of feeding him outdoors, but being unable to lure him in, I decided trapping was the answer. I set up a steel milk crate on a stick, with the string coming in the front door. Waited and waited, and it took a couple of tried, but I finally got him! I slipped a piece of thin plywood under the door mat he was on, and Michele and I carried the VERY pissed-off cat into the house.
It wasn't our cat!
About a week later, Pierce DID come back, having been gone almost 9 months. Whenever that other cat saw us, he'd run away, for some reason.
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