Condolences, as grew up on a farm with a huge amount of space for cats to explore and similarly more dangers, our cats rarely lived more than seven years (we've had around four, during the last 24 years). Still, it was always a tragedy if one died, less so if one went missing, since that usually just meant it had decided on a new owner, where the available food where more enticing. I still clearly remember the day I came home and found our 9 year old female dead in the ditch, I tend to be fairly slow to anger, but at the time I wanted to find the culprit and smash their car, or something similar. Instead I decided to bury it. I was only seven and it was a way for me to, in a small way, honor her memory, she is still fondly remembered in hour family. I've never had a cat, or any pet since moving out, partly because I would want a lot of outdoor space for the cat to explore, but probably also because I would be constantly worrying about its safety for when I'm not around.
Instead, I just visit my parents and their two cats, both of whom are constantly around, at least outside. They are actually mom and daughter, mainly due to an oversight (she where supposed to have been sterilized before then) which resulted in six kittens, all but one are now happily adopted, the last one was just too irresistible. The kittens slept outside, meaning each morning you where met by what can only be described as a carpet of kittens, streaming up the stairs to get to the food. This followed by the morning nab, a short respite before the playtime began. Extremely entertaining, while also making you slowly sink into madness.
Anyway, while visiting I captured a short video of them playing. I apologize if I'm making it worse, but they certainly cheer me up.
Log in to comment