I've been holding up this post hoping to see my eye catching (and handsome!), white cat wander from the woods wondering why we're all fussing over him. But it would seem that is not to be.
Last Thursday was a morning just like most mornings, up at 3:30, throw dogs out, let cat out and feed.
Except, sometime between 3:30 and 7:15 something went wrong. Rodger the cat didn't come back with me from feeding the horses, nor was he waiting on the deck. Buzz was missing too, but he is shy and that isn't all that unusual. I go to town early on Thursday, meet a friend for breakfast, so at 7:15 I was in the car and heading down the driveway when I spotted the 4 small bright white tufts of fur on the side, softly held by grass and gravel. I stopped, they were brilliant white, there was a touch of black on one of the tufts. Maybe Buzz and Rodger had a little tiff? But still....I heard nothing and that is almost always a noisy affair.
Today is Monday, Buzz is back, he was in line for his feeding Thursday night. Rodger is not. After almost 15 years my tried and true kitty is no longer answering my calls. The garden is missing its cat and the dogs have no one to tease and then make up with in time for naps.
The special sunny spot on the deck is empty all day as is the special shady spot. Peter has the comfy chair to himself at night. I give a call morning and evening and many times in between. What I wouldn't give give for another Hello instead of a late Good-bye.
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