I knew it was bound to happen. Tom one of my boyfriend's mom's cats (a foster who became a forever) has gone missing. He has neurological problems and doesn't walk too well but LOVES to be outside so who were we to stop him from what he loved?
Well we're pretty sure someone walked off with him. He never went farther than the house across the street, he loved to play with their 16 year old Siamese. The neighbors say he hasn't been over there in about a week. No sign of him here either. I just keep telling my self that maybe he's happier there.
Well we're pretty sure someone walked off with him. He never went farther than the house across the street, he loved to play with their 16 year old Siamese. The neighbors say he hasn't been over there in about a week. No sign of him here either. I just keep telling my self that maybe he's happier there.







I hope he's safe and sound where ever he is.
Anyway, I politely informed the boy that he could NOT keep the cate because he was mine. Fortunately that was the end of it... it was also the end of my keeping outdoor cats.