I really am a cat person. I have always had a cat. However this past July our cat disappeared. She was an outdoor cat who had survived her previous 10 years in a rural setting. It was there that she made a feline friend with the neighbor’s big male cat, Buddy. We imagine he taught her the way of the woods. They were both very cautious. They were good hunters, so I never had to worry about mice in the cupboards. In the summer they liked to sunbathe on top of the cement well. When Buddy got sick and died, my cat missed him terribly. She waited for him everywhere.
Two years ago we moved to a more urban setting, I worried about her. She seemed to be negotiating the neighborhood okay. We live on a dead end street with only a couple of cross streets. She had found a friend in the cat two houses away. Whoever was out first would wait patiently for the other to show up. They would meet on neutral ground, then roll around and meow together. I imagine they did lots of exploring and hunting. My cat appeared very happy and always wanted to be outside.
Then she went missing last July. At the same time, several other neighborhood cats also disappeared. I like to imagine they went on a hunting trip together, maybe across the river. Even with flyers and lots of walking and calling, none of the cats came back. I don’t like to think about what might have happened, so I won’t write about it either.
Now the mice have been moving into the cellar. I hate mouse traps. Maybe I need another kitty. But there are two dogs in the house now – a topic for another slice. . .