Our cat. The short version is we have had her for more than seven years. She lived with us in Italy, Japan, nd now Mississippi. She is a rescued street cat but has been living as a pampered indoor princess for the last 7 years. Now that we are in a neighborhood where it is safe for her to venture outdoors, we occasionally let her come outside with us. She usually stays very close to me.
While my parents were visiting she ran out the front door one day. I let her go. I thought she might enjoy a little adventure, and I thought she would stay right there close to the front door, as she does everyday when she comes outside with me. But, she did not, she in fact stayed out all night. Jeff and I were outdoors way past dark, bare feet and flashlight traipsing through the forest, being frightened by the sounds of animals rustling through. I don't know how we are going to survive the Appalachian trail, and I know I need to start wearing shoes outside. But...
She came home and has not been outside since. Tuesday night Jeff came home from work and by and by he asked, "Where is Daisy". No one knew, things happened and we forgot. Wednesday morning when I got up, I fed Daisy first thing as always. Usually she is rubbing against my legs meowing at a high volume, tripping me, and absolutely insisting to be fed immediately. She is actually fed before Lily and before coffee. As I have been trained I went to feed the cat and as I was pouring the food I noticed, Hey where is Daisy? No Daisy.
As you read, yesterday I was out of the house running around looking for room 212, I think I might have actually been in Area 52 or one of her sisters. We got home and had to fix lunch and do chores and cook dinner, it all melted together. After awhile I thought about Daisy again and I did a search for her. I searched in the house, I search outdoors, no Daisy. Jeff came home, we had dinner.
At dinner Jeff tells me that cats go off to die. They know when it is there time and they just go off. I was very upset by this remark. I decided to go door to door with Daisy's picture to see if any of our neighbors have seen here. While she does have a micro chip she doesn't have a collar or our phone number on her person(catson). Dead, can you believe he said that to me. And Jeff is the one in the family who actually likes Daisy. I scoop her box, I feed her, I take her to the vet and stay up all night shampooing the fleas from the kennel off of her, but Jeff is the one who loves her. I really don't care for cats you know.
Later in the evening Jeff notices our dog Pixie is staring at the coat closet in our entry way. Jeff opens the door to the closet and there is Daisy. She had been in the coat closet. Which is very close to the living room, in fact we have such an open floor plan that had she meowed or scratched the door I would have heard her from anywhere in the house. She gets herself caught in closets all the time and she lets me know when she is ready to come out, the cat is loud. But, not this time. She sat in the closet for more than a day, without a peep. She also has a sneeze. I am glad she wasn't outside, in the heat, with the fleas and all the animals who run loose in my neighborhood, but in the closet. I have to say that I am worried about that cat. Jeff thinks we should take her to the vet?
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