A few months ago, I decided that a couple of rescue kittens would be a grand idea. They came to me aged aout 3 months, and almost instantly they were part of the household, and teasing my two older cats.
Fizz another rescue cat took them under her wing and taught them all sorts of stuff, including how to bring mice, birds and voles into the house. Both of them had bags of personality. They'd sit on my shoulder while I tried to work, sit on my keyboard as I tried to play on YD and never strayed far from home - I could tell that because the longest it took for them to come when called was about 30 seconds - particularly at tea time.
On Friday, Casper went out for a bit of a wander - the evenings are getting longer, and I'd been busy, and by the time bedtime came around, I realised he wasn't home. I wasn't too worried - he'll be hme by the morning, i thought, only he wasn't. I went out for a bit of a run, did normal Saturday things, and was getting very worried by the time he wasn't home for dinner. That was so unlike him.
This morning, I went for a run again - following the same route as yesterday, thinking I ought to keep an eye on the hedges and ditches incase he was in one, and had a look in some of his known haunts afterwards. By lunchtime, I was worried enough to make up a leaflet and shove it through the doors in my street, and the next one.
About half an hour later, a neighbour came to tell us she'd seen a cat, and told us where. So, we've found him. Unmarked, but very dead, and so very close to the edge of the road I've run on twice. If I'd run on the right, not the left I'd have found him yesterday morning.
Paxton is wandering round like he has lost his tail. He saw us bring Casper home, and sat and watched us bury him in the garden.
I'm glad we found him. We're going away tomorrow, and I was in two minds as to whether or not to stay behind, as we'd both have just worried about him. We've been there before - I am now sure that knowing he's died is better than going along wondering what happened.
So - I'm pretty sad really. I know some of you will think - hell, it is only a cat, but he was our cat. Part of the family, and very much loved.
this is him - spaced out on catnip
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Fizz another rescue cat took them under her wing and taught them all sorts of stuff, including how to bring mice, birds and voles into the house. Both of them had bags of personality. They'd sit on my shoulder while I tried to work, sit on my keyboard as I tried to play on YD and never strayed far from home - I could tell that because the longest it took for them to come when called was about 30 seconds - particularly at tea time.
On Friday, Casper went out for a bit of a wander - the evenings are getting longer, and I'd been busy, and by the time bedtime came around, I realised he wasn't home. I wasn't too worried - he'll be hme by the morning, i thought, only he wasn't. I went out for a bit of a run, did normal Saturday things, and was getting very worried by the time he wasn't home for dinner. That was so unlike him.
This morning, I went for a run again - following the same route as yesterday, thinking I ought to keep an eye on the hedges and ditches incase he was in one, and had a look in some of his known haunts afterwards. By lunchtime, I was worried enough to make up a leaflet and shove it through the doors in my street, and the next one.
About half an hour later, a neighbour came to tell us she'd seen a cat, and told us where. So, we've found him. Unmarked, but very dead, and so very close to the edge of the road I've run on twice. If I'd run on the right, not the left I'd have found him yesterday morning.
Paxton is wandering round like he has lost his tail. He saw us bring Casper home, and sat and watched us bury him in the garden.
I'm glad we found him. We're going away tomorrow, and I was in two minds as to whether or not to stay behind, as we'd both have just worried about him. We've been there before - I am now sure that knowing he's died is better than going along wondering what happened.
So - I'm pretty sad really. I know some of you will think - hell, it is only a cat, but he was our cat. Part of the family, and very much loved.
this is him - spaced out on catnip
