I put out food yesterday morning and no one ate it. Brian didn’t put out anything last night.
This morning, the food that was out from yesterday morning was eaten. But I hadn’t seen any cats since Sunday morning, when I saw Gilligan crossing the street. No sign of KittyMeeze anywhere.
This morning, after our morning walk and after our breakfast, I opened the front door and looked out. Because when cats go missing, that’s what I do. I keep hoping I’ll see one or two or three (because there are only three).
I saw Notwally. I finished what I was doing (cleaning cat pee off of my bathroom floor and counter), then went into the garage to open a can of food and put it out for when he came back. While I was in the garage, Brian called out to me to tell me he was watching KittyMeeze. Kitty was up on the bank, Brian saw him jump up there (legs work). He was walking slowly and he appears to have some damage to his tail. About four inches from the tip, it looks like it might be broken. Hopefully it will be okay (cats are amazingly resilient, as anyone who takes care of feral colonies knows), and there is blood flow throughout. And maybe it’s not broken, but just very, very sore.
I went out to look for him, but had no luck. The sprinklers came on last night, so the bank is wet. He probably went under the juniper bushes up there.
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