Our neighbors two houses to our right — on the corner — spotted OJ and called us. They said he was near their trash can, probably savaging food. She told Ron that he looked hungry, but not hurt and that they didn’t want to get near him, because they have a 3 year old kid and didn’t want to get hurt.
Ron assured them of OJ’s niceness, but after a week in the “outside world” who knows about his demeanor.
So, after dinner (since it was already dark by the time we talked with them), Ron went out to see if he could find OJ. Sure enough, he did, but by the time he got within 10 feet of him and he called out his name, OJ took off into the woods. We’re sure that if OJ could have actually seen Ron, he probably wouldn’t have darted away.
Ron went out again later with a can of tuna to see if he could find OJ and entice him with his favorite dish. This time, no luck in even seeing him.
At least we know he’s alive. Maybe he’s found some kitty cat buddies and is enjoying a mid-life crisis. He is 10 years old, so is that 70 in cat years or does that only apply to dogs? 🙂