Sylvester came into the office last week to check on what we were doing. It looks like the planter stand was made for a cat to sit under.
It has been two weeks today, Friday, since Zoe disappeared. We haven’t heard or seen anything about him. I guess it’s time to face facts. He’s probably not coming back home to us.
Cats do pick the funniest places to hang out.
It really so sad that Zoe is gone. Friday Felines wont be the same without cranky, beautiful Zoe being his very particular self. My condolences to you.
Thanks so much Robin. There will never be another Zoe!
Leah
I’m so sorry about Zoe.
Thanks so much. He will never be forgotten by me!
I’m so sorry that Zoe hasn’t come strolling back into your lives. It’s hard to lose a friend, even harder when you don’t know what happened to him.
If it is any comfort, Leah, my mother told me many decades ago that sometimes a cat that feels life ebbing will go away to a place to be by itself. One of our cats, a feral stray that only she could touch, left home this way. As my mother stood looking out the window over the kitchen sink he walked toward the creek, pausing a few times to turn and look back toward her as if in farewell. We never saw him again.
I hope Zoe’s ending was as good as his life had been.
Thanks Minnie.I think the worst part of grieving is not knowing what happened.
I hope it wasn’t a coyote.
Leah