Google seemed to be a miracle baby to us when he was born, then his story got even more interesting...
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This is Google the day
he was born, May 10,
Google is a very rare
version of F1 Savannah.
Rare because his mom is a
Serval and dad is a
domestic cat, a Maine
Coon. The usual and
common F1 breeding is
male Serval to a domestic
breed of female cat.
The female Serval whose
name is Blair is of our own
breeding and this was her
first litter, she dropped
Goo from the perch where
she birthed him. She
didn’t know how to care for
Google so he was hand
raised. Tube feeding at
first and then bottle fed
and eventually introduced
to solid food.
When a person raises a
baby animal from birth like
that, there is a special
bond that lasts a lifetime.
This is Google on his 5th birthday, May 10, 2013
Google has spent MOST of his life with us, but as a young boy, he
decided to take what we lovingly now call Goo’s Big Adventure.
Two weeks after Goo’s first birthday, and about a month after we built
him a huge outdoor playpen, with 24/7 access to the outdoors, birds,
grass and toys, Goo decided to push the screen out of the only
window in the house that was not cat-proofed.
As anyone can imagine, I was frantic. My family kept me grounded
and we did all the right things. Right away flyers were made and
hundreds of houses were canvassed. Picture posters put up, lost
and found ads placed, even a recorded message of my voice made
and we put it on the front porch on an endless loop so he could hear
me if he was close by hiding somewhere. The front and back doors
of the house and the door to his playpen remained open for a week in
case he decided to simply stroll back in. We had all manner of bugs
and the like come in and visit. lol
One morning, two weeks later a young lady called me and said, as
she was getting off the school bus she saw him run through her yard
and into the neighbor’s yard. Three of us spent the next few days and
nights watching and calling for him, again without luck.
After around a month went by, I began to grow numb with the
awareness that I probably was not going to find him. It changed me
inside. I went about my daily tasks but I missed him so much I could
not get enthused about anything.
Over the next few months I still held out hope. When I walked the dog
I would look for him and if I left in the car I would watch the roads and
fields on the way out and on the way back.
One evening on the way home, I was convinced I saw him and in the
dark I got out and called for him. A neighbor passed by and stopped
and got out his flashlight and helped me to look; even boosted me
over a fence so I could go see over a hill. I told him that night I
couldn’t stop thinking about him and I had a feeling he was not dead,
I just hadn’t found him yet.
A few weeks later I had agreed to meet some friends for lunch on a
Saturday afternoon. While I was getting ready I went in to check my
email. There were three emails directing me to an add on Craig’s list.
I was curious so I opened the ad and there was Goo in a picture
advertised as a Collectible for $6500. My heart was beating wildly and
I wanted to go an get him but all that was provided was an email. I
was afraid that the person might recognize my name as a Savannah
breeder and refuse to communicate with me.
I called Pete, (now my husband) and had him look at the ad. He said
to let him take care of it. He wrote her an email and she responded
and set up a time to go see the cat. He had pretended to want to buy
so we could find out Goo’s location. She told him she and her
husband had trapped him because he was hanging around and was
We got a crate and went visiting. Pete asked me to stay in the van so
I wouldn’t get emotional. Of course I couldn’t do that so I promised to
go in and say nothing and off we went to see Goo.
She didn’t want to allow us in to touch him but as soon as we were
allowed to look through a door to her living room I exploded with joy
and anticipation and begged to be let in to see him. She refused and
things started happening so quickly I don’t remember all but I finally
blurted out, “he’s my cat and I want to go see him.” She got a horrid
look on her face and said, “get out of my house, just get out.” Then
she thought a second and said, “he’s not micro-chipped, you can’t
prove he’s yours.” I returned with, “true he’s not micro-chipped,
however, both his front legs were broken the day he was born and I
have many x-rays to prove who he is.” She gave up at that point
because she knew his legs weren’t quite right.
She began talking to me then and telling us the story of his life with
her. I’d like to add at this point that Goo was at this house 30 miles
away from home AND on the other side of a major and busy freeway.
She said she had found him six or seven weeks earlier and made
some calls around to figure out what kind of cat he was. Her son
looked it up in the library and found the information and gave her the
number of a prominent Savannah cattery in Oklahoma. She had
called this man and after two conversations he told her he would only
help her by coming and getting the cat and if she didn’t let him do
that to not call him and bother him again. That was awfully
disappointing to me because that particular man knew there were
only three Savannah breeders in that area and could have called any
one of us to see whose cat it was. But I digress.
She did let me in to see Goo, I had brought him some meat and within
a minute he was sitting next to me and eating out of my hand and
purring. She said the whole time he had been there she had never
been able to even touch him and she was so afraid she kept a broom
to keep him back when she went in to feed him.
I did give her the reward money and we stayed in touch for a while. I
considered myself lucky that she did trap him and feed him or I would
have never seen him again.
He was thin and had the squirts because of the food he was eating,
but once he was home, he was happy, we could all tell and he gained
weight quite quickly and was back to his own self.
Goo has never tried to go out a door or window again. I guess one
great adventure was enough for him and he is glad to be with his
people. We are certainly glad he is back and the story had a
wonderful ending and will be forever grateful to the breeders who
directed me to that Craig’s list ad.
Goo’s Great Adventure Lasted 6 Months and 6 Days......
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