MISSING OUR CALICO

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MISSING OUR CALICO

Our sweet cat has a story to tell.. bare with me

This sweetheart was born approximately eight years ago on my Granma’s property in TMissingurley/Sperry. It was feral and although my Granma swore the cat wasn’t hers, she put food and water out for it. Daily. (sure Granma, its not your cat winkwink)

My Granma passed away early 2012 and when discussing amongst the family, what would happen to the cat, no decision was made.

Fast forward to a few months later. My girls and I were at my Granma’s place helping sort and clean with other family. Once we finished we were headed home. Upon our arrival to the house, I wasn’t paying attention to anything but getting everyone inside and relaxing, but from somewhere I heard meowing. Long story short, my girls had somehow caught the feral cat, wrapped it in a blanket and snuck it our house in Owasso. I rolled my eyes as my children pleaded the cats case and I caved. (mostly because it was my Granma’s cat. Well, a cat lived on her property. That she fed. Because we all know Granma, it wasn’t your cat, ).

Remember, the cat was feral so there was no way it was letting us close enough to check its hiney to sex it. But, for whatever reason, the girls assumed it was a boy and they named it Magnus. Sounded good to me. So we kept Magnus in the house for over a year in fear that if it got out it would resort to its feral ways and take off. And it was a fun year too. Of trying to coax Magnus out from under beds, behind furniture. Hissing. Loud growls. Finally over time Magnus started coming out to investigate. Magnus spent the year getting to know us, becoming tame. And then the day came that you would never know Magnus was ever feral. So, in my infinite wisdom I decided we could let Magnus outside for a trial. It went off without a hitch! Magnus used the neighbors flower bed for a liter box ( no joke, but we put an end to that once the neighbor told me. Oops.) and then came to the door to come back in. Fast forward to 2014 when for a split second we thought we might soon become millionaires because Magnus was pregnant! Ya, we still never checked Magnus hiney. So Magnus had kittens, whom had responsible forever homes with other family members, before the kittens were weaned. And as soon as they were weaned, Snip Snip went the scissors and the Magnus kitty factory was put out of business .

Shortly thereafter, she became know as Maggie (affectionately Maggie Moo). Although I liked the name Magnus because it reminded me of the movie Matilda. You may recall, Matilda’s teachers name was Ms. Honey. And Ms. Honey’s fathers name was Dr. Magnus Honey and he was a good MAN. But since we knew Magnus was all girl, I decided she needed a more feminine feline name. So Maggie (Maggie-Moo) it was. (yes one of my daughters still calls her Magnus).

She has had a royal life and being and indoor/out to potty cat. She loves her chihuahua sister and her sister is very protective of her.

Fast forward again to September 6th, 2018. The girls and I loaded up and went down to the QT on 86th and 129th Street (Owasso), to meet a friend that I bought stuff from. I visited and went about my merry way. Later on that evening I see a post on facebook from that friend that she had heard a cat meowing and found it under her truck. After coaxing it out, she took it home to try to find its owner. It was only through her posting on facebook, did I realize, THAT WAS MAGGIE MOO! I contacted her post-haste. Just short of a dna test, sure enough, it was Maggie-moo!

I hope I still have your attention.. Because now I need more than your attention. I need your HELP.

It became apparent that our Maggie-moo had climbed under my truck, rode over two miles from our house in Owasso, to the QT where we met my friend. Once there, she mustof grown tired of me talking so much (I have never been accused of being long winded but, well, ya okay, thats a lie ) and jumped out from under my truck. I have only to guess she was confused and that caused her to get under my friends truck (we both have white trucks). And that is how she ended up in Turley, where she started her life over eight years ago (this is movie material).

Well.. She was kept overnight in Turley. But upon arrival this afternoon we were all sad to find that she had escaped the enclosure .

We are so sad and need YOUR help ️! PLEASE help bring our beloved cat home! She escaped from the 66th St North and Utica area in Turley. That is just East of the intersection of North Peoria and 66th Street, Turley. Pictures are below !Please Please watch for her! If you see her, message me! Catch her if she’ll let you and put her in a crate or your house, PLEASE! She does not like other cats or dogs. And most likely will be just sitting on someone’s porch. My friend did a good deed by taking her in and now I need your help finding Maggie-moo and bringing her home. I am sorry if you feel like you just wasted an hour of your time reading this (long-winded), but I wanted you to hear the story and ask you to be a part of it. Please help us find Maggie! Tag your friends, Tag your neighbors, Tag your neighbors neighbors, Tag all animal lovers to unite and join our story in bringing home Maggie-moo ❣ Thank you for taking the time to read this plea for assistance in finding Maggie-Moo.

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