Orange kitty, my red-headed step-child, has been missing for a couple days. The first clue he was gone was the clump of wet food in the water bowl. Orange kitty would have wolfed down the wet food. The racoons just tried to wash it.
I’m of mixed feelings about the disappearance of Orange kitty. I had some affection for him, and he for me, but I never took full responsibility for him. I never took him to the vet to have his divers battle wounds and infections seen to properly. I did work the mats out of his fur. For a short-haired cat he had the thickest, mattiest fur I had ever seen.
It took a long time for him to build up trust. It was years from the time he first showed up until I could pet him. But I could see he wanted to move in with us and be an indoor cat. He would sneak in through the open window and find a soft spot to nap. A few times he crawled onto my lap as I sat on the couch. Even E softened over time and had a few kind words for the spare cat.
My elderly lady cats don’t miss him at all.