This thread isn't about the death of my cat, but his absence. I'm really, really emotional right now and I'm seeking out a cat forum to get support from people who understand why this is so emotional for me.
One of my cats, Nicky, escaped on Sunday. My mother went outside into the garage and somehow, he slipped out. This is the second time it happened - the first time was approximately two years ago, occurring at the same time - in the beginning of December. He was gone for a month.
He wasn't gone so much as he wouldn't come back. When he saw us, he'd run back into the woods. He'd sit on the porch, eat food, and so on. We eventually trapped him in a humane trap and brought him back. I don't know why he was so adamant on avoiding us. The day before he left and the day after he returned, he was crawling all over us. It was so cold outside that he lost the tips of his ears to frostbite.
Now, though, there isn't any sign of him. He disappeared on my Sunday and my mother claims to have last seen him on Monday, clawing at the kitchen window (then bolted when he saw us).
It's been almost six days since he's been seen. I just returned home from college for winter break, so I've been crying all during finals.
Yesterday, my mother said that with the food she put out, someone had eaten over the course of the evening and early morning. I was on patrol today, checking every 10-15 minutes. I saw a glimpse of orange fur . . .
only to discover it was some other cat.
I became hysterical.
I am so upset. I am screaming as I cry. I've ripped out chunks of my hair. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to cope with this.
I love all my cats, but he is my darling. My favorite. He is my baby boy. He's my precious angel. And now I'm never going to see him again. I'm never going to stroke his fur or hold him or rub my face in his furry belly watch him roll around on the floor.
If he doesn't return, there won't be a christmas. I can't celebrate it. I just can't.
One of my cats, Nicky, escaped on Sunday. My mother went outside into the garage and somehow, he slipped out. This is the second time it happened - the first time was approximately two years ago, occurring at the same time - in the beginning of December. He was gone for a month.
He wasn't gone so much as he wouldn't come back. When he saw us, he'd run back into the woods. He'd sit on the porch, eat food, and so on. We eventually trapped him in a humane trap and brought him back. I don't know why he was so adamant on avoiding us. The day before he left and the day after he returned, he was crawling all over us. It was so cold outside that he lost the tips of his ears to frostbite.
Now, though, there isn't any sign of him. He disappeared on my Sunday and my mother claims to have last seen him on Monday, clawing at the kitchen window (then bolted when he saw us).
It's been almost six days since he's been seen. I just returned home from college for winter break, so I've been crying all during finals.
Yesterday, my mother said that with the food she put out, someone had eaten over the course of the evening and early morning. I was on patrol today, checking every 10-15 minutes. I saw a glimpse of orange fur . . .
only to discover it was some other cat.
I became hysterical.
I am so upset. I am screaming as I cry. I've ripped out chunks of my hair. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to cope with this.
I love all my cats, but he is my darling. My favorite. He is my baby boy. He's my precious angel. And now I'm never going to see him again. I'm never going to stroke his fur or hold him or rub my face in his furry belly watch him roll around on the floor.
If he doesn't return, there won't be a christmas. I can't celebrate it. I just can't.