It's been a little over a month since i lost her, and i still miss her everyday...I still have a hard time in the evening when i gather my brood to come in. I usually do a count to make sure i didnt leave anyone outside. Someday i suppose it will feel ok to only have 6 furbabies to count...
We've had a couple scares since i last posted:
Last Saturday afternoon, 2 of our kitties ran inside at high speed and hid under the bed. My mom went outside to see what was up. As she stepped onto porch, a teenager was running across our backyard toward the woods. Soon after that, my mom turned to see a police officer running after him. It was sorta funny at the time...the officer looked quite out of breath when he asked my mom "Did he look tired?" my mom said yes and pointed him in the direction of where his "suspect" ran. I went outside around that time to see the officer and suspect run into the area of woods where my cats LOVE to play. Soon after, the cop emerged with the suspect in cuffs. So being the over protective person that i am (lol) i HAD to make sure everyone was ok. I found 5 of them, but no sign of Sara!
I called and called for hours. My boyfriend and i trapsed over probably a 2 mile radius of the house, no luck. My God i was worried. I'm glad to say though Sara showed up around 9:15 pm (over 5 hours after i started looking for her) She was scared to death, eyes wide...tail puffy and starving. I think i held her for 2 hours that night, not wanting to let her go.Then there was last night...oy vey
I realized about 4 pm that i had not seen Loki since early that morning. So i went to call for him...and i called....and i called. I went EVERYWHERE i thought he might have been. Now, i know that cats have the tendency to do what they want, but Loki is my kitty that is "ruled by his appetite" and NEVER misses a meal. So when he didnt show for dinner, i really started to worry. I had left a message for my boyfriend to call me...He and Loki kinda have a special "guy bond", so i wanted him to know. And being the wonderful man that he is, he grabbed his powerful flashlight and came straight over here. We then proceeded to comb the area looking for the Loki. Yet again, we went into the woods (this time at night eeeek) We even scared a neighbor or two. I'm sure we looked very suspicous (sp?) walking around with a flashlight and big walking sticks. Finally at midnight, (after 8 hours of searching) i couldnt walk anymore and we had to return home. Sad as i could be, i poured myself into bed and held on to Dave while i cried. I couldnt sleep, so i just stared out of my window hoping and praying.
Then, at 2 am or so, i see our porch light switch on. I looked out the window in time to see Dad opening the back door and Loki running in. I ran downstairs to find a shaking, purring Loki. He literally jumped into my arms. I brought him upstairs to see Dave and he leapt from my arms to greet his bud. Oh man...lowest of lows followed by highest of highs. What a night. I'm still recovering from all that emotional and physical stuff. (i feel like i've been beaten with a sledgehammer... my legs and feet are SO sore)
Nyte
