Our old neighbors posted a message on the neighborhood Yahoo group saying a cat that fit Wallace's desciption perfectly had just started to show up for their daily feral feeding, did he belong to anyone?
Woohoo! Not dead! I'd been worried.
We went over there today to find out more, and the neighbors said they'd call us if they were able to catch him. I doubt they can get near him, but they're welcome to try.
We offered to pay for food if that didn't work out, which they declined. The woman pointed out that she wasn't wild about taking care of another stray cat, and I don't blame her a bit.
But I don't know if there's really much else we can do. It was damn near impossible to catch him last time, let alone keep him. I'm really glad he's okay, but I still feel pretty crappy about the whole thing.
See, if everybody would just get their damn pets fixed then we wouldn't have these sad situations with animals that don't really belong to anyone, that are totally sweet but too wild to keep.
I could throttle the shitbag who let his cat spew out multiple litters, all the while claiming they were his pets and telling us he'd gotten them fixed(!) when we offered to help him with the situation, until one day he just up and moved and left most of them behind. Which is how we came to meet Wallace, and we know how that ends: yuckily. Or maybe not. We'll see.