More than 20 years ago, “Ace Ventura: Pet Detective” descended on movie theaters, with Jim Carrey portraying the cartoonish, wisecracking south Florida private investigator specializing in finding missing animals.
A couple of Thursdays ago, Jamie Katz, a decidedly serious-minded south Florida private investigator specializing in finding missing animals, sat in her apartment fielding a steady stream of client calls, texts and Facebook messages after having just closed the case of an AWOL parrot.
The African grey parrot, Oscar Gray, had turned up in the hands of a woman who ostensibly runs a bird rescue and wouldn’t release Oscar to his owner. Six days after Oscar flew the coop, the owner, at wit’s end, heeded the advice of a parrot lost-and-found registry and turned to Katz.
“I had gotten to the point where I could not get the woman to turn my bird over, or even let me see if it was him. We were playing cat and mouse with this bird,” recalled Liz Kohout, the parrot’s owner. “We needed a negotiator.”
Katz, 36, is one of those people who seems to know everyone, and it turned out she shared a mutual friend with the bird rescuer and leveraged that to negotiate the parrot’s freedom. Kohout said that once Katz took over, things moved fast: Oscar was home the same day.
Oscar Gray was the latest of about 150 animals Katz says she has helped return to their owners since hanging out her shingle less than two years ago. But she doesn’t have many colleagues to confer with about the ups or downs. Though lots of people pursue animal sleuthing part-time or as a hobby, Katz and others in this unusual business estimate that there are only about 10 full-time pet detectives across the country.
But even with little competition, full-timers say it can be important to distinguish yourself to drum up work. Atlanta sleuth Kim Freeman specializes in finding lost cats – sometimes with the assistance of her “tracking cat,” Henry, who she believes is the world’s only feline with that job title.
“I trained him using cat fur, to find it and point it out,” said Freeman, who studied under the pioneer of pet investigation, Kat Albrecht, who has written books on the topic and trained hundreds of aspiring pet detectives.
Freeman said she decided to dive headlong into the career – with a focus on missing cats – when, not long after taking a training course from Albrecht, her own cat, Mr. Purr, went missing. “Boy, what a feeling of panic that was,” Freeman recalled. “I was able to use the techniques I’d learned from Kat to find him. If I’d listened to people’s advice, my cat would’ve died in the storage container he was trapped in.”
For Katz, the impetus was a cat. She was working as a licensed private investigator three years ago when she began helping a friend look for her vanished kitty. Katz said she was deeply unimpressed when the private investigators her friend had hired, who had promised to use tracking dogs to locate the animal, never showed up. A neighbor eventually found the cat, but the situation left an impression on Katz, a lifelong animal lover and rescuer.
“I wondered if dogs can really find lost pets,” she said. “And if they can, this is what I want to do for the rest of my life.”
Back at the kitchen table that doubles as her desk, Katz sat petting one of her tracking dogs, Gable, and tossing a tennis ball to the other, Fletcher, both of whom use their keen noses to follow a missing animal’s scent from its last known location. Two nonworking dogs, Arabella and Vega, snoozed in the bedroom.
Katz’s cellphone rang again. It was a prospective client, Brandon, who told Katz that his Manchester terrier, Oliver, had jumped out of the car at the grocery store the day before and hadn’t been seen since. He’d heard of Katz through a Facebook page that had chronicled Oscar Gray’s saga.
Katz asked Brandon a series of unsurprising questions – “What does Oliver look like?” “Does he wear a collar?” – and a few you might not anticipate. “What would Oliver do if I walked into your house with no key and I did not knock first?” she asked. The answer, Katz explained later, could help her profile how shy or friendly the missing dog is.
As they spoke, Katz jotted information in a spiral notebook while opening Google Maps on her laptop and plotting the location of the grocery story relative to Brandon and Oliver’s home.
Katz says those high-visibility signs can be central to solving a case, and she typically recommends using them before opting to send her out with the dogs. Earlier this year, she said, the challenges of locating a Bichon Frise named Finnegan – who had disappeared when a houseguest accidentally left the door open – were elevated considerably when she learned that all her signs had been removed in a code enforcement sweep.
Having conducted some searches for Finnegan with her dogs in tow, she recognized she needed some other way to capture local attention about the absent Bichon. Then she remembered that Finnegan’s owner had said the dog played the piano and had recently been featured on a local television news station. Katz called the reporter and sent him video of Finnegan tickling the ivories, which led to another story about the dog, which then drew phone calls with tips. It wasn’t long before Finnegan was home, perhaps practicing “Chopsticks.”
In her kitchen, Katz took another call, this time from an elderly woman whose cats had gone missing when she was hospitalized. A caretaker was supposed to have been looking after them, and the caretaker’s daughter was supposed to have been overseeing this arrangement. When the woman mentioned that her cats had been missing for 16 months, Katz’s eyes grew wide.
Katz decided to help the woman without charging her. But after consulting a database that only licensed private investigators can access and making some calls, she started to think the daughter’s story might not add up. Katz called back and gently broached this possibility with the woman, who quickly replied, “You have hit the nail on the head.”
And that’s another vital pet detective skill: sniffing out baloney.
Perhaps the most dramatic instance of this involved Sheppie, a dog who had been missing for two months when his owner called Katz. He said his wife told him that she was swimming at a park beach in Key Biscayne when a man kidnapped Sheppie. Katz found the story sketchy.
That dog was Sheppie. The wife had been riding her bike from the beach to the golf course and didn’t have Sheppie on a leash, despite multiple signs warning about the presence of the crocodile. He was chasing birds at the edge of the pond when the croc snatched him.
The wife didn’t want her family to know about the dog’s gruesome demise. When her husband confronted her with the news from Katz, his wife denied it. At Katz’s suggestion, he asked again two days later. This time, she confessed.
Case closed.