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![]() Group: Pet Lovers Posts: 340 Joined: 19-June 06 From: Western Washington Member No.: 1,750 ![]() |
Please please PLEASE if anyone can offer me happy stories of cats trotting home after 3 nights away, I need to hear it. I found this site last year after losing my beloved Mink to a car. Slowly I've come to terms with that. Three months ago I lost my father. Coping with that. (He was very ready.) I inherited his wonderful cat, Twitchit. Gorgeous big Maine Coon, he and I have loved each other for years. My other three cats like him, and he likes them, and we've smoothly been easing into a blended household. He still spends a lot of time at Dad's next door, and I feed him both places; I'll be moving there once I remodel. He's been adjusting well to Dad being gone, and just Saturday afternoon we had a nice long belly-rubbing bonding moment on the lawn.
He's used to coming and going as he wants. He's a healthy, neutered six year old, and we live in a rural area. I'm trying to reassure myself that he's just out for summertime romping. In the past he's journeyed for up to two days that I know of. His biggest nighttime threat is raccoons, there are coyotes and even cougar rumors in the county, but no one has seen any within this area that I know of. He isn't on the road or in the ditches. Please send him your thoughts to come home, or let me find him if he's injured. And if you have any positive stories to share, I REALLY need to hear them right now. If your story has a sad ending, please don't post. I just can't take any more losses... Kimberly -------------------- ...You precious children, of four feet, whiskers, and mischief...
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![]() Group: Pet Lovers Posts: 340 Joined: 19-June 06 From: Western Washington Member No.: 1,750 ![]() |
Hope is such a funny thing. Today is Day 8. I believe Twitch has died. You can see why from my posts above, but another reason is that as soon as I arrived at that point, my dad quieted in my head. Haven't heard him needing to tell me anymore, "he's okay, he's with me." Maybe it's my own intuitive knowing, I don't know what it is, but I'm not hearing it like a gong anymore.
And yet, I am not able to turn off the back porch light at night yet. (Which had become my signal to him I was still awake and would let him in if he wanted.) I am not able to take down his food dish at his house. I am not able to take down the flyers I posted. Just on the chance.... But then, I've also not yet been able to erase my dad's final voicemail off my answering machine either. Even though I have it on a CD and on a .wav file (courtesy of a very gracious local radio station). It just seems so ... final. Not yet. -------------------- ...You precious children, of four feet, whiskers, and mischief...
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