Another Animal Tragedy
March 16th, 2009 by Robyn
We moved. Closer to “TOWN” but still on the side of a mountain. Yeah.
My personal tragedy is Tabby. We brought one dog and one cat. Nike is fine, she will dive in the pool one day–I’m sure, and she sleeps by the window outside our room, but she’s okay.
Tabby, my fluffy, furry, grey, beautiful placid cat who was once a ferrel kitten took off and never returned. I wish I’d left her behind. Knowing where she is (even though it’s not with you) is better than lost.
I saw her today. I looked over our fence down…down…down and I saw a tabby cat. I called her name and that tabby cat stopped and looked up, she didn’t move. It was Tabby. There was a glimmer of recognition, then that’s all. Oh, where’s the loyalty of cats?
Apparently, if you don’t sensitize them to their surroundings soon enough they will get lost, looking for their former territory. They’ll trek across country searching for ‘territory’.
I think she’s lost. I don’t think she’ll return ‘home’ (it’s an awful long hike) but I think she’ll adapt beautifully to life in the wild again–after all, that’s where she came from.
But she was a beautiful cat. She was grey, and warm, and affectionate. She would have been a good mother. Ah well, may she be happy and wll fed wherever she is.