I know there’s not a whole hell of a lot I can do about the ferals, other than feed them, but when they don’t show up for a meal, it worries me.
Yesterday morning, there was no KittyMeeze. Carla was out front, but she ran across the street when she saw me (it was still dark outside) outside of the entry way.
His schedule is he’s here for breakfast, hangs around a little, then he’s gone until the afternoon. I have a good idea where Carla is spending her days now, because both times she saw me yesterday, she ran to the same place across the street, the bushes where we finally trapped Cleo and was able to get her fixed years ago. And I didn’t doubt, seeing how close it was to our house, that could very well be where Meeze spends his mornings after getting breakfast here. He’s back in mid-afternoon, when the sun hits the front bank. It’s nice and cozy and warm there. If it gets too warm, a cat can always move to a different place where’s there’s shade.
He wasn’t back yesterday afternoon. I resigned myself to the possibility that we might not ever see him again.
Then he was back after the sun went down, eating the food I’d put out yesterday morning. He ate most of it. He was back again this morning.
I wonder if maybe he got himself into a situation where he couldn’t leave. Like maybe in someone’s shed or garage, then when they got home from work, he escaped to freedom.
I wish they’d move in with us so I wouldn’t worry so.
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