When Felix catches a rat and releases it in the house, or worse still, catches a bird, I think that is the worst thing about owning a cat. Those events are short-lived however (as are the rats and often, sadly, the birds) whereas when your cat goes missing the worry increases throughout the day as he fails to appear.
The last time he went missing was over a year ago. The vet advised feeding him some wet food to encourage him to stay close to home, which I have done. We last saw Felix at 1.30am this morning. He was clawing at the carpet, wanting to play. I coaxed him into the sitting room and closed the door. He had access to his food and cat door from there. But he didn’t turn up for breakfast, or settle down on Mum’s bed for the day and he hasn’t come home for his dinner – he’s usually regular as clockwork for that.
And so we worry, and speak to neighbours – but I’m putting off walking the block to check the gutters to see if he’s been hit by a car.
Where are you, Felix?
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