Polgara is *epileptic* and needs medication urgently,
Well thank goodness, Pol was found quickly, about a mile down the road - non the worse for her ordeal and very pleased to be home again.
'Further to my telephone conversation to you I just wanted to say how pleased we are to have Polgara back and I wanted to thank you for your help and kind words on your website. I hope that all the other people with missing cats have similarly happy endings. I will most certainly plug your website wherever I can.'

The 'phone rang at about 8:30 this morning. It was Malcolm from Killington Lake Services to say that he had a cat in the fox-trap, and that he thought it was Sabrina! I left Shropshire as soon as I could and drove there – quite fast. Malcolm was looking out for me, and showed me where to reverse my car: the trap had been moved to the back of the restaurant kitchens. I was still prepared to be disappointed: although I was sure that it was Sabrina that I had seen on my last sighting, it was possible that another cat might have been caught. She looked a little different, with a flatter body, and a very wet tail, and she was yowling wildly. I got close and talked to her, and she sniffed my fingers. When I saw her torn left ear, there was no doubt at all.
We loaded the trap into my car, and I got in with it, and closed the doors. Once the trap was opened, she came slowly out after about a minute, and was happy to be handled. She smelt (still does) very strongly of fish! I transferred her to her travelling box, and, having thanked Malcolm – well deserved bottles of wine for him and for John, who provided the trap – started the drive back to Shropshire, which would take another three hours. She was very noisy to begin with, and did her usual journey stunt of poo and wee! (This had been our reason for stopping at Killington Lake in the first place on 23rd October.) This time, I pulled in at Forton Services to sort her out – with the car doors closed! We shared a chicken sandwich.
As the journey went on, she became quieter. At one point, I was worried that she was too quiet, and was planning to stop, but then there came a reassuring squawk from the back. I stopped anyway, near to Quoisley Lock on the A49, got into the back of the car, and gave her another cuddle. The fish smell was as strong as ever.
We got back to Shropshire in twilight. Eric, our soft ginger, her brother, sniffed curiously at her box when I met him outside. I brought the box into the kitchen and heard her purring! When I let her out inside the house, she went straight to the food and gorged herself on Purina. It had been cat biscuits that had helped get her back – whenever I had seen her at the Services, she had been nibbling at bait , and Malcolm's brilliant ploy, following a sausage that we reckon she had hooked out of the trap without setting it, had been to tip the whole lot of biscuits that we had left him (a good fortnight's supply) into the trap. She must have found that totally irresistible!
Eric doesn't quite know what to make of it. He must have thought her dead, and we await Muriel's reaction. Eric has sniffed her – he will have spotted much more then the fishy reek – and although not aggressive, which he had feared, he is a bit nervous. Perhaps he thinks he has seen a ghost.
As for Sabrina, it is rather like you have described with Tilly. We worried in case her mind had been altered by 60 days of living rough and on her wits. Not a bit of it! Treading, purring, chirruping, the works! She recognised where she was immediately, and had the usual explore of the house that she would do after a normal half-term at school. We will take her to the vet tomorrow for a check-up, although she looks in great nick, and to get a worming tablet down her (we find this almost impossible, as she resists tooth and claw). We will keep her inside for a period now, and I have bought a harness for travelling for the future.
What a girl – and she's back with us for Christmas. Thank you so much for your help and support. We are both over the moon, and we know that you will share our happiness