Paris,
Wish I knew about Sherlock Bones, unfortunately I don't. It sounds interesting.
Your message struck me b/c of the way we aquired our last cat. My husband was driving home from work, late at night, in the middle of a (very) large city park. No houses around and many wild kitties (this wasn't a wild kitty). It was December and freezing. This little guy was darting around in traffic , despite the park setting, it's a very busy road. My husband pulled over and opened the car door. He said, "hey tiger, get in here, it's cold".
The cat jumped in. As my better half tells it, he sat calmly on the passenger seat and was very pleased to be petted.
Initially, we were only going to "triage" him - get him shots, neutered, socialized, etc because we really do have a houseful. I did check lost and found ads in the local paper and checked Craigs List for about a month or so. I called the local shelter and told them I had a cat fitting a certain description (his markings are quite unique).
My sense has always been that this litle guy was dumped - even jumping into the car - it was almost as if a car was the last place he felt safe or maybe it was my husbands voice, he called this little guy because he couldn't leave a fellow creature in distress and the cat heard him.
He's napping on a sunny windowsill as we speak. I hope I don't have someone's baby, but then again, I hope I do - because the alternative that night wasn't promising. The love we have for him would make his owners proud. He's a very good boy.
I know that your Bennett's cir%%stances were very different, but who knows, my Georgie could have gone off on a walkabout - far from his loving home and just so happened to land where he did.
I wanted only to give you hope. That some well intentioned but befuddled stranger could have him, and he's okay.
My father was a detective for twenty five years. There's a system and a methodology to it - why not with animals?
I hope you see your Bennett soon.
Sharon