Of all the cats we had over the years, only two of them ever willingly wore collars, both of whom were my special buddies, Willie and Toby. In Willie’s case, he only started wearing his collar after he got out of the house and was missing for several days. We had him microchipped and the collar he wore had the identity tag from the microchipping on it. Despite Willie’s propensity for charging out the door if we weren’t careful, he didn’t move much at all otherwise, so he was fine with it. When unfortunately we had to send Willie to The Bridge, I took his collar and put it in my pocket. After a while, I went to pull it out of the pocket and it wasn’t there. Lost forever.
Toby was a very sweet cat, and I bought several collars from a friend of mine at a craft fair. I picked one for my buddy and he just seemed thrilled to wear it. It was made of webbing with cloth on the outside, which he managed to scratch off, but he kept the collar on until the day he joined Willie. I have it pinned to the bulletin board in my office. I’m not going to lose that one.
We tried a collar with one other, Lucy. She was less than pleased, and we were always picking it up off the floor and putting it back on her. Finally she managed to slip out of it and make it disappear. She’s been gone for almost ten years now, and we still haven’t find it.
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