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I inherited my parent's cat after they both passed away. They lived 40 miles west of Toronto.
I brought Sasha to her new home in Toronto and it wasn't 2 minutes before she seized the first opportunity and fled out the door at the speed of light, hopped a couple of fences and disappeared.
I searched that entire night, but never even caught sight of her, though I could hear her meowing. Everytime I got close, she hit the gas.
The next day, I put up lost cat posters all over. 2 people called me with someone else's cats.
After 6 weeks, I had given her up for dead, or having found a new home, or making her way back "home".
Then one day, I had a call from the Toronto Humane Society that they "had Sasha". I called and they said that they had tried to call my parent's number (disconnected) and then there was a back up number (my sister).
I went down to the pound and they showed me a picture of her on a screen and there was the MOST miserable looking cat I had ever seen, but it was her. 25 bucks and she was sprung. I brought her home and she was skin and bones. She had made it about a mile north of where I live (so much for her homing instinct, she should have been going west.)
Bottom line, the chip worked.
I think it's called an "active chip" or something like that.
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