Loss
On Tuesday, there was apparently a yowling outside the house. I didn't hear it because I sleep with earplugs in, but the Pirate heard it and thought that it was the skinny black stray we've seen around. He didn't investigate.
It wasn't until Wednesday evening when nobody'd seen him that the Pirate asked.
"Have you seen Oswald?" No, I haven't. I knew that I'd seen him Tuesday. The cat came out of the basement when I went in to work out.
When I got home from my writers' group Thursday night, and the Pirate told me that Oswald still hadn't turned up.
Friday afternoon, I went all over our property and our neighbors (the property is vacant). I didn't expect to find him but I was hoping to find something. Signs of a struggle, anything. Whenever any of our chickens gets eaten, we find blood, feathers, broken brush. But I found nothing. I was hoping to find blood or hair or something, but there was nothing.
Apart from the huge amounts of ripe fruit on the neighbor's trees. Later, the Badb and I went back and picked huge amounts of pears and plums. I think that it's time to make some plum jam.
We're thinking that Oswald was taken by either raccoons or coyotes. Ever since the neighbor with the aggressive dog moved out (taking his dog with him), the raccoons have gotten progressively bolder. Either way, our faithful, loving, stay-at-home cat is gone. The house is a bit subdued today.
It wasn't until Wednesday evening when nobody'd seen him that the Pirate asked.
"Have you seen Oswald?" No, I haven't. I knew that I'd seen him Tuesday. The cat came out of the basement when I went in to work out.
When I got home from my writers' group Thursday night, and the Pirate told me that Oswald still hadn't turned up.
Friday afternoon, I went all over our property and our neighbors (the property is vacant). I didn't expect to find him but I was hoping to find something. Signs of a struggle, anything. Whenever any of our chickens gets eaten, we find blood, feathers, broken brush. But I found nothing. I was hoping to find blood or hair or something, but there was nothing.
Apart from the huge amounts of ripe fruit on the neighbor's trees. Later, the Badb and I went back and picked huge amounts of pears and plums. I think that it's time to make some plum jam.
We're thinking that Oswald was taken by either raccoons or coyotes. Ever since the neighbor with the aggressive dog moved out (taking his dog with him), the raccoons have gotten progressively bolder. Either way, our faithful, loving, stay-at-home cat is gone. The house is a bit subdued today.
posted by Aoibheall | 2:05 PM
1 Comments:
A Connecticut friend of mine has had two cats disappear after hearing or seeing coyotes around. (She instituted a curfew after the first one, but eventually let it go lax.)
I'm very sorry about Oswald. A household just isn't the same without all its animal members. I bet he loved your little Eden during the time he had there.
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