More mushy cat stuff. No need to comment. Seriously.
Rocki and Ninja went missing a few days ago. We couldn't believe we were losing three cats in two weeks. Luckily, Rocki returned today, but we have not seen Ninja yet. I'm pretty bummed about this. If we never see her, there's no closure. I have not cried about it, but that's because I'll always have faith that she could return. We once had a cat named Data, who we had originally thought was male and so named it after the Star Trek: TNG character, but it was female and we kept the name. Anyway, useless info aside, Data went missing for months. We figured she was gone for good. Well, she showed up at the back steps one day. This was years ago, but I always think about that. Also, one of our current kitties, Rusty, the old lady of the house, once went missing. She was gone for weeks. Then, one day, Vanessa and I went out for a walk down the road. We found her living out in the woods. I couldn't believe it. We immediately brought her home and fed her. She was starving and ate her food in a flash. I don't know why she left, but she hasn't left since. So, I keep the faith. Hey, Rocki came back, right? I'm happy about that. I miss Ninja, but I can't be as sad about it as I was when we found Muhammad dead. That was depressing. He has no chance of coming back. Speaking of Muhammad, I painted his name on his gravestone back on Sunday. It was such a perfect day, absolutely beautiful.
Dad bought a live trap today to hopefully catch the mink that's been hanging about. Or anything else dangerous to the cats. I told Chuck about it and we joked that maybe we'd catch Ninja in it. That'd be awesome. :)
Yeah, letting the cats out is always a big risk. But we take it because it makes them happy. They're cats. They have instincts. They love it outside. They love to prowl and catch animals. They love to explore. We can't keep them holed up inside. But, unfortunately, a lot of our cats have gone missing over the years because of it. Baby, Marshall, Marty, Bond, Sheila, Charlie, BeBe, Pooky, and many more - all cats that have disappeared, no trace of them. I remember them all and miss them all. I'd love to, just for a day, see them all again, if that were possible. I fantasize about them all coming back, if even just for a day. I'd pet them and tell them I love them, and then they could go on their ways. I just hate that I don't know what happens to them. Not that I want to find them all the way we found Muhammad, but I just wish I knew.
Rocki's asleep on my bed right now. She's so cute. It's funny, I was on the phone with Chuck last night before going to bed. I was telling him how Rocki and Ninja were missing. He was upset too. He loves Rocki especially. She's his shoulder buddy. (She likes to sit on shoulders.) Well, I was all blah on the phone and said to Chuck that I wouldn't be waking up with Ninja at my feet and Rocki next to my head. (That's often how I'd wake up before.) Well, I woke up this morning at 10:30 and there was Rocki, right in front of my eyes! I briefly wondered if I was dreaming, but I knew I wasn't. I was so relieved. I reached out to pet her and she immediately started licking my hand, and then she moved closer and licked my face. She's a licker, while Ninja was the biter.
So, yes, I was extremely happy, but right now I kind of have a case of blah again. Just thinking about Ninja. I'll be okay.
Cats are love.
~Ferryn
P.S. Yes, I am being anti-social. I think I'll play some games on the NaNoWriMo site. They're so mindless. That's what I need right now. Yes, I am planning on participating again this year, even though I got all frustrated last year and said that it was a stupid idea. I was being childish. I may not yell or throw tantrums, but I can be a pretty sore loser at times.
Dad bought a live trap today to hopefully catch the mink that's been hanging about. Or anything else dangerous to the cats. I told Chuck about it and we joked that maybe we'd catch Ninja in it. That'd be awesome. :)
Yeah, letting the cats out is always a big risk. But we take it because it makes them happy. They're cats. They have instincts. They love it outside. They love to prowl and catch animals. They love to explore. We can't keep them holed up inside. But, unfortunately, a lot of our cats have gone missing over the years because of it. Baby, Marshall, Marty, Bond, Sheila, Charlie, BeBe, Pooky, and many more - all cats that have disappeared, no trace of them. I remember them all and miss them all. I'd love to, just for a day, see them all again, if that were possible. I fantasize about them all coming back, if even just for a day. I'd pet them and tell them I love them, and then they could go on their ways. I just hate that I don't know what happens to them. Not that I want to find them all the way we found Muhammad, but I just wish I knew.
Rocki's asleep on my bed right now. She's so cute. It's funny, I was on the phone with Chuck last night before going to bed. I was telling him how Rocki and Ninja were missing. He was upset too. He loves Rocki especially. She's his shoulder buddy. (She likes to sit on shoulders.) Well, I was all blah on the phone and said to Chuck that I wouldn't be waking up with Ninja at my feet and Rocki next to my head. (That's often how I'd wake up before.) Well, I woke up this morning at 10:30 and there was Rocki, right in front of my eyes! I briefly wondered if I was dreaming, but I knew I wasn't. I was so relieved. I reached out to pet her and she immediately started licking my hand, and then she moved closer and licked my face. She's a licker, while Ninja was the biter.
So, yes, I was extremely happy, but right now I kind of have a case of blah again. Just thinking about Ninja. I'll be okay.
Cats are love.
~Ferryn
P.S. Yes, I am being anti-social. I think I'll play some games on the NaNoWriMo site. They're so mindless. That's what I need right now. Yes, I am planning on participating again this year, even though I got all frustrated last year and said that it was a stupid idea. I was being childish. I may not yell or throw tantrums, but I can be a pretty sore loser at times.