There was a cat just sitting on the front porch, as though she was waiting for me to return home from work. She saw me and she dashed into the thick bushes beside the porch. I called out to her a couple times, thinking that if I got close to her I could see how healthy she was, how clean, if she let me handle her maybe I could spirit her upstairs and close her in my den until I could get her to my vet or the local animal shelter.
Alas, she stayed out of sight, deep in the bushes. I didn't pursue her because we're surrounded by a busy street and a driveway and I didn't want her to race out and risk getting hit.
It's going to be colder and colder each evening this week. I worry about that cat. I pointed out to my cats that they are lucky to be warm and dry and fed.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Awww ... that would break my heart too. (I usually ask the Angels to look after the stray critters.)
ReplyDeleteKeep us posted if little Muffin comes back.
We had two strays hanging around, finally Saturday my friend's mom caught one of them and took her home. Hopefully she'll get to the vet and find a good home. The other (healthier) cat has seemed to stop hanging around. I hope he's okay.
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