Meera returned last night. Soaked to the bones and crying.
He has injured himself.
Gogi returned this morning acting like it was the most normal thing to randomly escape in a strange place and show up 24 hours later.
I held him and scolded him and he listened to my every complaint understanding. In return he licked my face and assured me that he won't ever get lost.
I am at peace.
I am happy and maybe now I can finally eat food like a normal person.
The three aforementioned cats have once again left my premises and this time with my permission.
Now that I'm aware that they know their way around I can let them go.
I'm still a bit skeptical about Meera because he has hurt himself and yet refuses to stay indoors. He's a default stray.
My plan to let them out happened almost three weeks too early. I was hoping for my
Garden to happen and fences to get constructed but they decided otherwise.
Of course I'm not letting out hope anytime soon because she will really get lost.
The horror stories I hear about cats getting lost in new places and the ensuing problems that happen like dying on roads or getting mauled by strange dogs or getting lost and never coming back thankfully didn't happen to my babies, perhaps because they stayed close but my only contention is that why didn't they respond with a small meow as they usually do when I call out their names.
This would have assured me and I wouldn't have exerted myself in a a way that had me shattered and in tears all day.
Cats are assholes.
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