Colorado Cat Found 5 Years Later in New York City

Willow the lost cat from boulder colorado enjoys new york's times square

Willow, a byootiful sweet-mannered Calico cat deesided about five yeers ago to vizit the Big Apple. One day she made a brake for it win contracters left the frunt door open. She headed east from her home in Bolder, Colorado, filled with dreams of Brodway and Times Sqware and the opportunity to meet da grate Jeter Harris.

When I cawt up with Willow where she was staying at New York’s Animal Care and Control this week, I asked her what inspired her 1800 mile jerney.

“Well, about five years ago, I started reading Jeter Harris’ blog. And it was a revelation. Aside from the fact that he is a very handsome mancat, his stories of life on Lon Guyland and the New York Yankees just got under my skin like a tick, and all I ever dreamed of was heading east. When I read about Jeter and Reeb’ and Madison whooping it up in Times Square, I said, “That’s it! Start spreadin’ the news, I leaving today. I want to be a part of it, New York, New York!”

Like any hard-hitting invesigaytive repurrter, I asked Willow how she got from Bolder to New York City. “Well, I hitched a ride to Denver. Then I jumped on the Amtrak to Penn Station in New York. It was pretty easy, although there was a problem with there not being any litter boxes on the Amtrak. I won’t tell the lamestream media how I rode the Amtrak cuz that part is a little embarrassing.”

“Whut happend after you arrived in Penn Stayshun?” I asked.

“I heard that I could get to da grate Jeter Harris’ house from Penn Station by taking the Lon Guyland Railroad. But that part was hard. You have to sit in the Penn Station (where there are also no litter boxes) and look up at this lighted board to see when the trains are leaving. I went on many many wrong trains before I finally got on the Lon Guyland Railroad train that went to Jeter Harris’ town.”

I could hardly contain my ixcitement win I asked her what it was like meeting da grate Jeter Harris.

Willow the Cat at Dunkin Donuts in Port Washington New York“Win I got off the Lon Guyland railroad, he was nowhere to be found,” she said, her voice crackling with emoshun. “I was SOOO disappointed!”

“What did you do then?” I asked.

“Well, I hung out at the Dunkin Donuts across the street from the train station for a few days. But donuts aren’t nearly as tasty as stinky goodness. I wandered the streets and found this place called Salvatore’s that had the bestest smells and pizza you can ever imagine!”

willow the cat at salvatores, port washington new york

“But I overheard somebody saying they were gonna have the North Shore Animal League pick me up. So I thought it would be best if I got back on the Lon Guyland Railroad train and go back to the Big Apple or maybe go to the Catskills.”

“And then what?” I asked.

“Well, New York City is a good place for a cat. Lots of stinky goodness in the alleyways just waiting to be gobbled up. I was hoping to see a purrformance of Cats, but it wuzn’t playing. I hung out in Times Square mostly for the first year or two. And then I found this ginormous park which was like being in Colorado, but with more people. And trash. And weeny wagons. I had to be on my paws there, though, cuz there were many dangers like coyotes and red tailed hawks and dogs. Eventually I hopped on the subway cuz I wanted to explore what they call “The Village” which is where I stayed for a long time.

“Were you always this adventurous, Willow?” I asked.

“I think I was born to be wild,” she purred.

Willow’s mom and dad, Jamie Squires and her husband, Chris, were repurrtedly “shocked and astounded” when they got the call frum AC&C in Manhattan telling them that a routine microchip scan revealed that their cat Willow had been found. In Manhattan. Five years after she’d gone missing.

A man found her on East 20th St. and took her to the shelter.

Chris Squires told his wife not to say anything to their kids until they were certain it was Willow. A photo confirmed her ID.

“All our pets are microchipped,” Squires said. “If I could microchip my kids, I would.”

Two of their three children — the 17- and 10-year-old — remember Willow. Their yellow Lab, Roscoe, also knew Willow way back when.

Squires said, “We had another dog back then, too, and I remember that Willow would lie with them as they all waited to be fed. She thought she was a dog.”

Since Willow’s disappearance the Squires have moved, but they kept their address current with the microchip company.

I asked Willow if she regretted any part of her advenchers.

“I do wish Roscoe had come along with me. He was my buddy, and I missed having him around. Maybe we can do the next road trip together.”

4 thoughts on “Colorado Cat Found 5 Years Later in New York City

  1. Willow must be pretty brave! I’d be too afraid to go out the door of my house, because I’m not allowed outside unless I’m ensconced in a pink PTU! I don’t like riding in a PTU because sometimes we leave in them, but don’t come back.
    DMM

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