He didn’t show up at all during the day yesterday. The food I put out in the morning just sat there.
Then, last night, after we’d gone to bed, I got up around 10:30 for a drink of water and looked out. He was there, eating. I told Brian (who was in bed) if he’d shut the garage window and that KittyMeeze was back. He got up to shut the window and got Meeze a fresh can of food.
Meeze was here this morning, ready for breakfast.
I don’t know where he was all day yesterday, I’m just glad he’s safe.
But when I spoke with my mom this morning (who lives less than a quarter of a mile from us), she said the coyotes were out. I don’t know when she got up, but she let her cats out and she said they were tearing down the door to get back inside. They were still in when we talked about a quarter after eight.
I hate coyotes. Have I ever mentioned that? We went to breakfast on Sunday, up to the Descanso Junction Cafe (great little place, good food, decent prices) and on the way there were a couple of coyotes dead on the side of the road. I didn’t feel one bit sorry for them. I hate coyotes