Freeway's outdoor odyssey ended this morning just after dawn, after the rains ended. The owner of the little store up the road from here saw it happen. Freeway was with another cat he had met, and they were crossing the road. The first cat made it across, but Freeway did not
She said that it was over quickly, and that he was gone in the few seconds it took her to get there. I'd put a poster at her store, so she called and said that a cat that looked like the picture had been killed. I went up there, and surely enough it was little Freeway. The rain has no doubt washed away any scent he could have followed, and the two of them were traveling in the wrong direction, headed instead toward Windyville.
I've gathered up his blanket and his toys, and we will bury him underneath the birdfeeders with Turvy, Nauti, Cabela the D.O.G., and Mungojerri Yella the feral.
She said that it was over quickly, and that he was gone in the few seconds it took her to get there. I'd put a poster at her store, so she called and said that a cat that looked like the picture had been killed. I went up there, and surely enough it was little Freeway. The rain has no doubt washed away any scent he could have followed, and the two of them were traveling in the wrong direction, headed instead toward Windyville.
I've gathered up his blanket and his toys, and we will bury him underneath the birdfeeders with Turvy, Nauti, Cabela the D.O.G., and Mungojerri Yella the feral.