6.40am � The Miracle Happened!!!!!!! Daffi Is Back!!!!!

I don’t know where to start!!!!

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!  To everyone who prayed hard and kept vigil with me throughout this nightmarish ordeal – Thank you!!  From the bottom of my heart, thank you so, so much!!!

I woke up many times last night, I thought I’d heard noises, but it turned out to be nothing.

It was at about 6am that my husband called me from the road outside. He had an early flight this morning.

He shouted, “Daffi is back!!!!!”

I was sound asleep, dead tired, but I woke up immediately and jumped out of bed. In my mind, I did wonder…please, did you mistakenly see G-Cuz and thought it was Daffi? After all, it was still dark then. Could have been easily mistaken.

I raced downstairs and ran out of the house to the road.

Oh my goodness………….YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was Daffodil. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!!!!

What are we going to do now? Oh, please, tell me what to do?!!!

She was on her spot on our roof, looking at me.

My husband suggested that I put food in the bedroom (where the two windows are open) and call her in.

So I ran back to the house and got some kibble and tuna and put the food near the window and kept calling, softly and gently. I know how she doesn’t like loud noises.

But Daffodil wouldn’t come at all.

I ran back to road to see if she was still there.

YES!!!! She hadn’t run away yet.

I shook the kibble jar.

She looked at me. That’s all.

I don’t know how long it took, but after some time, she walked down the sloped roof towards me.

OH gosh, oh gosh, she is ready to come back?  Please, yes!!

I kept shaking the kibble jar.

It took a long time again before she decided to walk across the roof and by-pass our window. I told my husband (who was already late for work) to go up to the window and call her in while I called from the road.

Daffi took her own sweet time and walked slowly.

I ran back upstairs and called her from the window, but she walked right past.

Hmm….why?

I think she wanted to come back HER style. The Calico pride.

Daffodil’s way.

Okay, I respect that. Take your time, Daffodil.

She walked across and jumped to the next door’s roof.

I took some photos, but my camera’s not too good. They are all dark.

That’s Daffodil on the roof, looking at me.

That’s Daffi walking slowly across the roof.

Still on the roof.

Looking at me from the roof, taking her own time.

Ginger was out as well.

Everything was in total chaos.

Heidi was out on the roof and we had to keep her in because Daffi is very sensitive to others invading her space. But Heidi was attracted to food, so she tried to come out.

Oh, I scooped up Zurik and brought him into the house already too. Daffi is afraid of Zurik.

Ginger waiting patiently with me.

From the neighbour’s roof, she sat. I waited.

I put two bowls of food on our garbage compartment. She walked towards me, but decided not to approach any further. So, she sat.

My husband said to let her be. Just go in and feed the rest of the cats.

I guess that would be right too. Cats don’t like excitement.

I went in to feed everyone.

No sign of Daffi coming for food.

Then, I went out and she was sitting on the neighbour’s pillar. Husband had to go to work (he was already late).

She wouldn’t budge.

OK, that’s okay, Daffi. At least we know you are safe.

I did go out to the grass and stand under the pillar, to speak with her. Told her we will wait for her to come back, when she is ready. And that if she’s hungry, there’s food on the garbage compartment slab.

I then went back inside.

It took some time again, I don’t know how long before I noticed Daffi eating from the food I had placed at the garbage compartment slab.

Okay, at least she’s back on home ground now.

What should I do?

Stay calm. Cats like it calm.

I thought I should leave her alone, as long as she’s eating, that’s good. My only worry was that she might not be able to find food if she stayed on the roof.

I didn’t want her to starve, so mission already accomplished, she’s eating now. There was Monge kibble (her favourite) and Cindy’s canned tuna with chicken. She likes that too.

She remained eating.

Then, I decided to try my luck and approach her.

So I went out with more food.

Daffi did not run.

I made it as nonchalant as I could, like, “Oh hello, nice to see you again, Daffi….”.

Yups, very nonchalant.

I stood beside her at the garbage compartment as she ate and added more food to her bowl. I told her I had made a special (just learnt a new recipe from a cat nutrition workshop) batch of homecooked food for her and that it was inside the house. I told her how we’ve all missed her and were worried about her and that we are now so, so glad she is okay.

I let her finish eating. Then, I patted her gently.

No camera. Respect for the Dowager. No photos.

She did not run.

Would she like to come back? I wondered.

I didn’t know what to do, so I took a chance and carried her up. She mewed. Could be a sign of protest, actually.

But I made a calculated move and decided to bring her back in.

So we came in. Slowly. Un-excitedly.

Calm, calm, calm…

I placed her gently on the table.

And took a dozen photos, this (above) being the best one.

When I carried her, I could feel the lump. It was as it was. Not any bigger. Felt dry too. But a promise is a promise. No medication. No tshirt. I have to keep my promise.

And poor Zurik, I had to put him out in the porch again, so that Daffi would feel safer, and only Tabs was allow outside Bunny’s Place for now. Indy is inside (in Bunny’s Place). Indy is a bit more aggressive, so I didn’t let him out. I tried to keep it as peaceful and quiet as possible.

Last night, one of our readers, Lina, told me about the scissors on bowl of water on stove “myth” of getting cats to return. As I’ve written before, I do not disregard nor disrespect anything that I do not understand. There is no harm in trying as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone. So yes, I put a pot of water over the stove and placed an opened scissors on top, pointing towards the direction of our gate. Lina said if the cat returns, we have to give thanks to the “Kitchen God” by circling the pot of water three times. My apologies to anyone here who hold a view of not believing in these things. I am willing to try anything as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone. I am a mathematician (and hence, science-based) but I hold the view that there is so much more out there which we do not understand and might never ever understand or even dream of knowing with our limited senses, our limited sciences and our very limited intelligence.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. One does not argue with Shakespeare.

So yes, I did it last night – the water over the stove with the opened scissors. Lina said not to touch it once done and to keep sending telepathic messages to call Daffi back. So yes, I did all that.

So, once I got Daffi back, I told her we have to give thanks. So I carried her and made her circle the pot of water three times and we (I mean, I) thanked the Kitchen God.

And thank you so much, Lina.

Offering of various types of food for Daffi.

She wasn’t exactly very hungry, but she did eat quite a bit.

Eating my homecooked food.

I fortified the gopher hole as best I could, with whatever I had.

I also closed our bedroom door now, because we had already taken down the wire-netting on two window panels.

Daffodil checking out the new scratching post I had made for the PatioCats. We got it done yesterday, ordered a few weeks ago.

Fortified further, with some metal weights.

I need to go to work soon and I wonder if Daffi would still be here when I get home later.

She is now pacing all over the house and going to Stargate2, wanting to go out again.

My husband and I are discussing on whatsapp whether she would be happier if given the freedom to come and go as she pleases. After all, no more medication, those are her terms. But the problem is that Zurik is out in the porch. And Daffi is frightened of Zurik.

Daffodil is not a lapcat.

She is a free spirit.

For now, I need to keep her inside first. Zurik is out there and he tends to chase Daffodil. With regard to safety, of course it is safer inside the house.

One moment at a time then.

Let’s hope she will still be home after I go to work and come back.

Again, we extend our most grateful thanks to everyone for having been with us throughout this ordeal. We thank you so much for your kind prayers and empathy. We thank you for your sympathetic and encouraging comments, both in the blogposts and on Facebook.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

P.S. I am glad I was so wrong about her having “crossed over”. For once, I am SO happy I was wrong!!!!! Totally and completely wrong!!!  Hooray!!!

Source: https://myanimalcare.org/2017/06/13/6-40am-the-miracle-happe..

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