Wednesday night, Kitkat nagged for my attention, taking me out into the garden. I think he wanted me to shoo away another cat that was there ... I never saw anything. He came to get me twice, then seemed happy enough on his own. I kept going downstairs, it's silly but I loved the way that 'kat would come get me when ever anything was wrong.
We stayed up late, that night, and by the time we were ready for bed Kitkat was back in. I gave Kitkat a cuddle and sent him out for the night. After the initial upset, he never complained about being locked out at night, he prowled and napped in the rockery and then prowled some more.
The next morning I had a lie-in, but I knew Cindy was there and that Kitkat was more than capable of letting her know that he needed feeding. As the morning wore on, I checked for 'kat around his favourite spots in the house, but I wasn't really worried, I just wanted a quick nuzzle. Kitkat often disappeared for hours, asleep someplace in the garden, usually. It had gone afternoon before I started to worry: going through the garden clapping loudly (to wake him) and calling his name, then going through the house thoroughly, under beds, in guest rooms, in cupboards where he could have slipped in and get trapped.
There was no sign of him. I told myself he was probably sleeping someplace hidden and would show up soon. An hour later, I went through the same routine again, to no avail. Then I went out to the street. I knew what I was looking for. I still wasn't ready when I found it, the body of a cat across the road. As I went forward, I hoped desperately that it would be a different cat, the one that looked like him, anything but not my Kitkat.
I got close enough to be sure and burst into tears. He was still in a running position, clearly he never knew he'd been hit. Someone had moved him from the middle of the road to the edge. It was my Kitkat. He was no more than 4 feet away from our back gate, from safety.
I think it must have happened fairly early - he usually didn't stay out that long during the day without checking in. He got breakfast from Cindy around 9:30 and then must have gone out again. I've never seen him leave the garden before but we watched the feral black cat come in and out from there and there's no question that Kitkat could fit through without any problems.
I just don't know why he wanted to. :(
We stayed up late, that night, and by the time we were ready for bed Kitkat was back in. I gave Kitkat a cuddle and sent him out for the night. After the initial upset, he never complained about being locked out at night, he prowled and napped in the rockery and then prowled some more.
The next morning I had a lie-in, but I knew Cindy was there and that Kitkat was more than capable of letting her know that he needed feeding. As the morning wore on, I checked for 'kat around his favourite spots in the house, but I wasn't really worried, I just wanted a quick nuzzle. Kitkat often disappeared for hours, asleep someplace in the garden, usually. It had gone afternoon before I started to worry: going through the garden clapping loudly (to wake him) and calling his name, then going through the house thoroughly, under beds, in guest rooms, in cupboards where he could have slipped in and get trapped.
There was no sign of him. I told myself he was probably sleeping someplace hidden and would show up soon. An hour later, I went through the same routine again, to no avail. Then I went out to the street. I knew what I was looking for. I still wasn't ready when I found it, the body of a cat across the road. As I went forward, I hoped desperately that it would be a different cat, the one that looked like him, anything but not my Kitkat.
I got close enough to be sure and burst into tears. He was still in a running position, clearly he never knew he'd been hit. Someone had moved him from the middle of the road to the edge. It was my Kitkat. He was no more than 4 feet away from our back gate, from safety.
I think it must have happened fairly early - he usually didn't stay out that long during the day without checking in. He got breakfast from Cindy around 9:30 and then must have gone out again. I've never seen him leave the garden before but we watched the feral black cat come in and out from there and there's no question that Kitkat could fit through without any problems.
I just don't know why he wanted to. :(
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 | 11:11pm October 6 2007pueo said: Oh no!!! I'm so sorry. My condolences. |
