Now What Have I Done?

If I were a young,homeless, starving, half-feral/half-GATO FINO and you wanted to call me "Mokito"...well, I'd say, "Call me anything but don't call me late for dinner...." and I'd come flying into your open arms. I'd probably tell you my tales of woe and let you caress me while visions of fancy feast filled my head, just like GATO FINO did yesterday.  My new feral personality would hiss and growl at my formerly beloved siblings and MOM, since I'd been living on the street and defending my very existence for the past month.

It wasn't the behavior that tipped me off that this might not be Mokito.  This cat mimicked much of Mokie's unique attributes...down to his annoying screechy meow that could cause any catnapper to re-open the door to freedom!  It was uncanny.  The other cats investigated and sensed something very wrong.  I didn't expect them to roll out a red carpet, but the extreme rejection seemed unlike all of them. They are a close cat family.

Almost exactly 24 hours after GATO FINO escaped to the other side yesterday, he reappeared.  He stood in the patio and called out, this time grabbing Pablo's attention.  Pablo only heard about yesterday's fiasco, so his reaction was a surprise.  Knowing it wasn't Mokito, he TOO thought it was, the voice sounded so much like our cat.  The whole fandamily went out for a secondary inspection.  

Try and tell me this doesn't look JUST LIKE Mokito!

 This is definitely not Mokito.

This is Mokito at a frazzled frantic moment, and even here you can see they are two different cats.

Oh, there is one more thing, IMPOSTOR MOKITO is a GIRL.  With my luck, one who needs plenty of veterinary attention and surgery before it's too late. St. Francis, we're still asking for help down here in crazy cat lady land!