We did make our trek back to the laundromat, but unfortunately there were no details to be found on the person who posted the Red Alert, nor were there any lost kitty posters on the wall-sized bulletin board. The Red Alert, however, was still posted in the front window. It seemed pointless to conduct a stake-out on Saturday night if we did not know how many cats had disappeared, or the general vicinity they had disappeared from.
We walked over to St. Laurent to speak to a store owner whom I once consulted last year about guerrilla gardeners in the Mile End, but he seemed to be busy trying to impress a customer. And when he saw us, he turned the key in the lock and pointed to the "closed" sign. Yeah, Mr. Lady's man, we got the message. We weren't planning on buying anything anyway.
At this point, our case went cold, and decorating Easter eggs suddenly became infinitely more appealing. You can view our chefs d'oeufs at the top of the page.
It looks as though we might get more answers from the SPCA, the police, and some more informal contacts in the neighbourhood. You know, those who are likely to know the ins and outs of the hood as it were--the gossips.
I'm starting to think that maybe the catnapping is urban legend. A lot of cats just run away, and we have seen no evidence of an overabundance of lost kitty posters, but we'll keep our eyes peeled.
Anyway, we will keep everyone updated about any new developments.