Gone
We let the white kitty out last night around 7 or 8. He wandered off and never came back.
I'm more upset over this than I thought I would be, and angry with myself. I'm worried that he is hurt or dead. It's possible, though, that he was taken in by someone in the same way we took him in. Though this would mean he now has a home, I am sad that he is gone. He was cute and sweet and I'll miss him. I'm angry with myself because I should have bought him a collar. I saw one at the store and thought about it, then decided against it because putting a collar on him would be, almost, officially adopting him. However, a collar and bell would have made him easier to find and it would have been less likely that someone would have taken him.
Kurt and I had even given him a bath a while ago. He sat in the tub, water being pored over him, crying. He didn't fight much, though. A little squirming was it: no clawing or biting. Just pitiful meowing.
He liked to follow me around and he would purr like crazy if I let him curl up next to me.
I should be happy that he might have found a family that really wants him. Instead, I'm upset because I really wanted to keep him.
( And if anyone is wondering why I let him go outside, since he is young and I was worried about him, it was for several reasons. 1. There was always the possibility that he had a real owner and he might find his way back to them. 2. Kurt was strongly opposed to letting him wander around the house because he was 'not our cat'. 3. Even if he had been allowed around the house, I would have to supervise him and Dev constantly because I wasn't sure that they would not harm eachother.
So he got to live in the garage and outside, occasionally being allowed in.)
I'm more upset over this than I thought I would be, and angry with myself. I'm worried that he is hurt or dead. It's possible, though, that he was taken in by someone in the same way we took him in. Though this would mean he now has a home, I am sad that he is gone. He was cute and sweet and I'll miss him. I'm angry with myself because I should have bought him a collar. I saw one at the store and thought about it, then decided against it because putting a collar on him would be, almost, officially adopting him. However, a collar and bell would have made him easier to find and it would have been less likely that someone would have taken him.
Kurt and I had even given him a bath a while ago. He sat in the tub, water being pored over him, crying. He didn't fight much, though. A little squirming was it: no clawing or biting. Just pitiful meowing.
He liked to follow me around and he would purr like crazy if I let him curl up next to me.
I should be happy that he might have found a family that really wants him. Instead, I'm upset because I really wanted to keep him.
( And if anyone is wondering why I let him go outside, since he is young and I was worried about him, it was for several reasons. 1. There was always the possibility that he had a real owner and he might find his way back to them. 2. Kurt was strongly opposed to letting him wander around the house because he was 'not our cat'. 3. Even if he had been allowed around the house, I would have to supervise him and Dev constantly because I wasn't sure that they would not harm eachother.
So he got to live in the garage and outside, occasionally being allowed in.)