Lost cat Montreal: $200 reward

$200 reward to the lovely person who brings
my furry friend home safely.

I'm off work today to make up for the crazy weekends that I spent at my office earlier this month to prepare for a major presentation. I was really looking forward to a long weekend and a laissez-faire Friday morning sipping a giant cafe latte and reading my glossy magazines. Unfortunately, my handsome cat Fernando went missing yesterday and since finding out, I've done nothing but worry and feel guilt ridden.

My Eye Candy and I think he disappeared yesterday morning when our back patio door blew open from a draft (it happens all the time chez nous, and I'm kicking myself for not double checking that it was locked). Miss Fergie stayed on the balcony, and it never even crossed my mind that Fernando would go outside! Fernando is exceptionally timid - he's affectionate and curious, but lives up to the reputation of being a "scaredy" cat.

I rescued Fernando as a kitten from the Animal Rescue Network on day 2 of my move to Montreal. I had never had a pet growing up so Fernando was a lovely addition to my life. At the risk of coming across like a crazy cat lady, I'm so glad that he was there when I first moved to this city. No matter how awful my day was at work or how lonely I felt in the new city, Fernando was always there to welcome me home and tell me about his day. He is known for his skills at hide & seek and more than one friend and neighbourhood has thought they've lost him while visiting or dropping by to feed him. This time however, he's no where in the condo.

I've left a trail of Temptations from our tiny backyard leading up the stairs to our balcony, and his litter box is also under the patio in the hopes he finds that. Both my Eye Candy and I (with Fergie) combed the neighbourhood last night shaking treats and softly saying his name. We've called our vet, and I've posted a $200 reward for Fernando on Craigslist, Kijiji, and petluck.ca. This morning I'm going to poster the neighbourhood and continue to call animal rescue organizations.

Petluck.ca was the first hit that I found when I searched 'what to do about a lost cat'.
Hopefully whoever finds Fernando does the same.

I started a savings account earlier this summer to take care of any emergencies for Fergie and Fernando... I just didn't think I'd be touching it so soon. Let's hope that my next post is about being $200 shorter.

*Rosie*

Who let the dogs out?

As many of my Facebook friends are aware, Miss Fergie and I were not talking to each other by the end of Thursday night. In the few minutes I took to take a shower, she pushed open my bedroom door, walked in, located my ½ packed suitcase for my upcoming weekend in Kelowna and opened it, pulled out my creamy blush Steve Madden shoes and chewed one of them to bits. And I do mean bits.

I’d like to enter Exhibit A into evidence. Please see below:

While she is a puppy and they are prone to do things like this, Miss Fergie knows that she is not allowed in our bedroom. In fact, she often sits in front of the door and puts one paw over the threshold just to play coy with me.

I will admit to crying over the loss of these shoes not once, but twice with my Eye Candy and then my Mum on the phone immediately following the incident. The next day I teared up yet again as I recounted the massacre to my office BFF. After all, these were the perfect pair of shoes for work and play during the summer months. Plus, I had taken the time to have them re-heeled and re-soled last October so they would be ready for this season. I agree with Miss B of Behave Fashionably that what Fergie did is horrifying and as I’m a few days away from a sunny vacation, I was even more despaired by their sudden demise.

In a post last month I wrote about how an encounter with Cruella De Vil talked me out of buying shoes, and Annabelle of The Year of Shopping Detox and I later commented about needing guardian angels to watch over our shopping. Well, I have something better than that!

Just as I was trying to debate returning the coveted Cameron D blazer to pay for new all-purpose but equally-stylish summer sandals,  I noticed that a mysterious $$$ amount had appeared in my chequing account on Friday evening. I immediately called my Mum. She also played coy, but when it comes to my shoes, my Mum is my fairy godmother. With her generouristy and a trip to WINNERS, I have a new pair BCBG camel coloured sandals for the summer that won’t be going anywhere near Miss Fergie.

Bibbidy bobbidy boo.

*Rosie*

PS: While I knew my shoe is in a terrible state, I did make the effort to visit 2 cobblers and neither could repair it. One laughed and the other suggested that I let Fergie bury it too. There is one more shoe repair guy that I plan to try who is apparently legendary, but I have little hope. Don’t you wish there was a website like “chance encounters”? I wish I could post a picture of the perfectly good size-7 left Steve Madden shoe and put a personal ad out for a new right-side. *Sigh*