8:09 am
Feline Friday: Chillin’ with the Boy
Some of you may have seen this on my facebook the other day but for those who haven’t… This is Aos’ latest sleep spot.
12:01 am
Feline Friday: Stranger Cat
One of the exceedingly abundant black and white cats in our neighborhood.
6:51 am
Feline Friday: Windigo Update
It has been 10 days since Windigo went missing and despite our continuing best efforts, he has not yet been found. I am starting to lose hope, though I am far from giving up. I have dreamed of him every night.
Aos has lost a little weight and he wanders around meowing and looking out the windows several times a day. He has never been a very cuddly cat but since Windigo disappeared he has spent every night on our bed. I am giving him extra attention, but I can tell he is lonely. I have also spent some time outside with him on his leash, should he get out I want him to know the area so he can come home. He also is going to get microchipped and his outdoor cat vaccines.
This was taken in June 2005, it is one of the first pictures I took after we adopted Aos and Windigo. I really miss him.
6:29 am
Missing: Windigo
Windigo is missing. I haven’t seen him since yesterday afternoon. Michael found a cat sized hole in the insulation in the basement with cat hair around it. It might go all the way outside, I feel cold air coming through it. Aos is still here (he is a scardy cat with very little sense of adventure) and very stressed out of her brother’s disappearance.
I know it is probably standard to tell someone not to worry (or worse, he is just a cat so don’t worry) but it is driving me nuts. I will worry, but I am trying to be hopefully, which is proving difficult. Windigo has ALWAYS come when I call, in that sense he is more like a dog then a cat. That he is not coming means he is out of hearing range, which worries me even more. It was also really cold and rainy last night. He is an indoor cat and doesn’t know this neighborhood, which has a lot of dogs that seem to just wander out of their yards when they feel like it.
No matter how silly some people think it is, our animals are our babies (our “furbabies” in fact) and to not know where one is is both depressing and heart-breaking. He is not just a pet, he is not a possession, he is not a toy, he IS part of our family, and he is missing.
I wish he would come home…
Edit: For some icing on this stress cake, our van battery was dead this morning since we accidentally left the dome light on yesterday trying to figure out why the blinkers don’t work.
12:01 am
Feline Friday: Hangout
The cats like to hang out on the changing table, one of the few places downstairs that us mostly safe from the grip of Damian.
