So we were reeeaaallll worried about Snacks today. He wasn’t around for bedtime pats last night, he didn’t turn up for breakfast, wasn’t around all day, and didn’t show for dinner time. Missing dinner was when we started to really worry—very, very unusual. Can’t even remember the last time he missed two meals. We even walked around the neighborhood, trying to find him. We met the neighbor who lives behind us (and saw Baby and Mama! They both look great!). No Snacks. Sinking feeling. Dread. Guilt for not trying harder to get him to wear an AirTag. Guilt for not building his catio. Imagining that he and Joy will never play together again.
And here’s the thing: Snacks is an outdoor cat. He grew up feral. He has his territory, and there’s nothing we can do about how much he roams. Outdoor cats don’t live that long on average. This is a fact. It’s very likely some day he’s just not going to be there…
BUT NOT TODAY. MFer was sitting out in the backyard by his dinner bowl after we got back from walking the pups like nothing had happened. Totally fine. Not a scratch on him.
Whew!
So, yeah. We’re going to get that collar on him. I don’t know how, but I’ll try to do it every time I see him now until it works. I’ll watch some YouTube videos for advice. Also, we’re building that catio. Happening.
So glad he’s okay. He’s feral, but he’s our cat, and he’s Joy’s best friend. I really love him a lot. He’s also starting to not be feral anymore, and just be cat, which is pretty cool.
Night night.