I know just when, too.
Woke up this morning around five-ish, and she was in the bed with me happily waiting to get her belly scratched. She went downstairs and outside, as she usually does around then, and I took another snooze because it was too cold to do anything else. She often comes back up, but didn’t. I never saw her again.
Didn’t want to panic, but I was gone all day doing arsenic caps and when I got home she’s still nowhere to be found. She’s always been good about sticking close to the cabin, but I’m afraid it didn’t help her this time. There’s no other safe place for her to be, and she’s never run off before. The dogs and chickens didn’t alert to anything, and if I had to guess I’d say she got caught by an owl.
Miracles don’t happen around here very often, so I’m afraid she’s gone.
Given the way Click’s been going downhill the past few months, this is extremely depressing.
God, Joel, I’m so sorry. 🙁
I’m going to hope against hope for a happy ending; I’ve grown rather vicariously fond of Zoe.
Ah Joel this sucks. I hope Zoe makes it home. I know that empty feeling when my barn kitty doesn’t show for breakfast or dinner. So far for 15 years my cat has managed to evade the coyotes and she has long been too big for owels. I’ll be sending good thoughts.
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Sorry to hear it. Hope she makes it back.
I’m sure sorry, Joel. Hopefully she tucked herself in a barn and happily hunting mice.
Damn! So sorry to hear the news.I doubt the owl story tho. I think Click and Ghost orchestrated the disappearance.
Neither seems upset.
Sorry about your kitty. I know how a loss like that hurts. 🙁
Well, damn. I’ve been getting fond of her, for a little cat I’ve never even met. I’m keeping my fingers crossed; I’ve known plenty of cats who would disappear for a couple of days, then show up like, “Well, what are you staring at, human? And where’s my tuna?”
Damn, first Craigs little Gizmo and now Zoe. Depressing. That cat and you gave me quite a few laughs. So sorry
I’m sorry, Joel. That’s the price, too often, for leaving free spirits free. Still sucks.
I’m sorry to hear of her gone missing, but she may make it yet – she’s been quite the survivor and may still yet show up. Cats in the backcountry – they do have a lot of enemies.
Again – my condolences.
Sorry to hear that, Joel.
How old is this little vixen? ‘Cause I’m thinking it may just about be time in her maturation process to go afield & search out…ahem. Sincerely hope that’s the reason she’s not around…and not past tense. 🙁
No, I don’t think so. She’s eight months old tops. And if she tried to crash one of the local feline singles bars – I don’t think that would go well for her.
Cats start going into heat around 6 months of age, so that could be what lured her away. But if she’s not back yet, things don’t look so good. On the other hand, I had a friend lost a long-haired WHITE persian house cat in the far out country like you, we all wrote the sucker off as coyote dinner & 4 months later it showed up in someone’s barn, a born-again mouser. An honest-to-gawd miracle cat as far as I’m concerned.
Miracles aside tho’, Zoe is probably owl pellets by now. Major bummer. ;_;