Crazy weekend here. All began last week when a feral cat fucked up my male cat real good and had to go to the vet. Vet suggests some remedies, among them are trapping the cat. Wife bought a trap a year or two ago, trapped our own cat, and gave up. Since she spent my money on it I was a little annoyed. I tell her we should try again. She says she can figure out how to set the trap, even though she did it before. I say look it up on youtube. She doesn't. Fast forward a couple days and she says the neighbor is gonna trap the cat because he also has another cat that's "his" that he wants to get rid of cause it bit him. I'm annoyed she drug him into it but whatever.
Wife left Friday to visit a friend for the weekend in Hilo. Sweet. Saturday morning she calls, but I'm trying to nap so ignore it. She rings a second time. Still ignore. She rings a third time and I pick up. She asks if our female cat is around. Nope. She says the neighbor seems to have trapped her and dumped her off in this random neighborhood a few miles away and I need to go find her. I call up the neighbor, get the location, and head out with a can of tuna. After an hour of calling for her and placing some tuna about, I'm convinced she left the area.
Wife drives back after making some flyers and wants to search the area herself, convinced the cat's just scared and will eventually come out. Sure. She does, no cat. Apparently at one point she sped through the neighborhood and one of the homeowners she approached bitched about it. He also said to stay off his property, which is where we thought the cat was. Keep in mind the part we were looking on appeared to be a vacant lot. It actually looked like there was another vacant lot between our search area and his house. That's how much space there was.
We decided to give it one last try after dark with a flashlight, thinking it'd be easier to spot the cat's eyes. After about five minutes I'm satisfied. I didn't want to linger too much since this asshole resident sounds like a real prick. So get back on the road and head towards the car. The wife starts working her way nearer to the guy's house. Maybe close to halfway there.
Sure enough, I see a flashlight approaching in the distance, then the sound of him telling her to get the fuck off his property. She walks toward the car and he's following, all the while repeating "How would you like me to come on to your property?", or something to that affect. She says if he was looking for his lost pet she'd help him search. She's starting to get lippy and dude was pretty aggro. I tell her to shut the fuck up and get in the car. He says she better listen before he beats both our asses. She again opens her yap and I again tell her in no uncertain terms to shut up and get in. I'm not getting into a street fight over us trespassing, or any other stupid reason. I had a pretty heavy flashlight in hand, but nothing else. Dude also had a flashlight, so... Later I realized there was a claw-hammer in the car. Regardless, we split as he stood about ten feet behind the vehicle. Couldn't get a good look so not sure how physically imposing he was. But again, we were in the wrong and he was pissed.
So yesterday we did some research on feline homing instincts and decided there was a pretty decent chance she'd find her way home. Not much but open field between that neighborhood and ours. She could avoid crossing the highway by going under in some spots. After that just some cows and goats and open space. After feeling a little better based on what we'd read, we decide to hit the happy hour. One our way home, right before we hit the private drive, the wife spots a puppy on the side of the road. I turn around. Yep. Little white female about 8-10 weeks old. Her tail starts wagging as the wife gets out and scoops her up. She's wearing an adult dog flea collar double wrapped around her neck. We check the web site for lost animals that we posted our cat on. Not there. She deduces from his location, the fleas, and the malnourished state that someone likely abandoned the dog. We bust out the flea comb, flea shampoo, and some peanut butter. Hopefully no flea infestation results. The other dogs don't seem so psyched, but too bad. And yeah, wife says we're keeping her. Got a wellness check with the vet tomorrow at 9am.
tl;dr: Lost a cat, found a puppy.