Monday, March 19, 2007
Too brave
Friday evening about dusk I let the dogs out for a quick run. When I called them back in a few minutes later, Souvenir ran up along with them, but then turned around and flounced off again. When I went in, I joked to Caro that he looked like a kid saying, "Aw, Mom, I don't WANNA come in. It's not DARK yet!"
He didn't come in later, though, even after I called him several times. I called again the next morning as I was leaving for Denver--still nothing. When I phoned home in the afternoon, Caro still had not seen him. So she and Mike went looking, and today they made flyers to post and pass around to neighbors.
When I got home from Denver, Mike and I went tramping around our place and the fields behind us, looking for spots where a cat could have gotten trapped. We were taking a break before trying my next idea, checking the farms and houses around us where there might be girl cats to lure innocent young boy cats from their homes. Then our neighbor called to tell us she thought our missing cat was over in the ditch across from their place.
We assumed he was hit by a car, since our neighbors on the other side drive like maniacs night or day. But when I fetched him home, I noticed the tips of some of his belly and leg fur looked singed, and his whiskers were frazzled and curled.
Poor Souvy was strong and athletic and LOVED to climb things, the higher the better. He went out at the peak of the adventure of his short lifetime, climbing an electrical power pole.
This is Mike's first major loss, as Souvenir was his own personal cat. He was the Cat-dad and Souvy was his Cat-son. So I am a weird double mess right now, half because Souvy was a SPECIAL cat to me, and half because Mike is so sad.
And may I just say I have been losing pets now and again since I was nine, and it really sucks how it doesn't ever get any easier.
He didn't come in later, though, even after I called him several times. I called again the next morning as I was leaving for Denver--still nothing. When I phoned home in the afternoon, Caro still had not seen him. So she and Mike went looking, and today they made flyers to post and pass around to neighbors.
When I got home from Denver, Mike and I went tramping around our place and the fields behind us, looking for spots where a cat could have gotten trapped. We were taking a break before trying my next idea, checking the farms and houses around us where there might be girl cats to lure innocent young boy cats from their homes. Then our neighbor called to tell us she thought our missing cat was over in the ditch across from their place.
We assumed he was hit by a car, since our neighbors on the other side drive like maniacs night or day. But when I fetched him home, I noticed the tips of some of his belly and leg fur looked singed, and his whiskers were frazzled and curled.
Poor Souvy was strong and athletic and LOVED to climb things, the higher the better. He went out at the peak of the adventure of his short lifetime, climbing an electrical power pole.
This is Mike's first major loss, as Souvenir was his own personal cat. He was the Cat-dad and Souvy was his Cat-son. So I am a weird double mess right now, half because Souvy was a SPECIAL cat to me, and half because Mike is so sad.
And may I just say I have been losing pets now and again since I was nine, and it really sucks how it doesn't ever get any easier.
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