Oh, My MOG!
Sue’s S missing i i pet ti is back after 13 years
When our cat Hermione went missing, I was truly heartbroken. We’d had her less than two years, but she and our other cat Snowy hadn’t made friends. Snowy bullied Hermione –
her claws always out – and the stress made Hermione ill.
So, when a friend offered to take her for a week while she recovered, I’d thought it was a great idea.
But, a few days later, she told me Hermione had gone walkabout. I was beside myself with worry. We’d had her microchipped, but it made no difference – she wasn’t found.
Even so, I didn’t want to give up on our mog.
We moved house four times over the next 12 years, and, each time, I updated our address on her hermicrochiprecords microchip records.
And, in July this year – 13 years after Hermione went missing – I got a call from the RSPCA!
’We’ve got your cat,’ they said.
No way! But the details on the cat’s microchip matched hers.
When I saw her, I was so upset. Hermione was skinny, missing fur and flea-ridden. She has arthritis now, too.
I found out she’d survived in an old man’s garden, 27 miles away in Essex, living as a stray on scraps he’d leave out for foxes.
When the man had died, a relative had seen Hermione and taken her to the RSPCA. That little chip saved her! It’s lovely, but strange having her home. When she left, my eldest, Emma, was in primary school – now she’s 21! And my younger two, Isabel, 10, and Leo, 4, had never met her before.
So,while it may be unlucky for some, 13 is definitely Hermione’s lucky number!