It has rained all day. I have been out wandering this mountain anyway. Eventually the clumps of daffodils got counted while I was looking for tufts of fur, signs of a scuffle, bits of entrails or suspicious foot prints, any sign I might find as a clue. I found nothing. I heard nothing.
Tomorrow everything will be covered in snow and the temperatures are headed into the teens. If I missed some clue, it will have to wait even longer now before I might spot it.
Something was out there last night. The Spots were going nuts and wouldn't come inside. I finally gave up and went to bed thinking it was the other cat I had seen around in the last two weeks.
This morning two wet cats bolted in when I got up and opened the door. Just two.
I counted 265 clumps of daffodils coming up while crisscrossing the paths of the ridge top garden. Last year on February 26th before the big snow storm I had counted 245 clumps of daffodils. Spring looks to be on schedule.
Sadly there was one less Spot this morning. Collar, the black and white female spotlet has vanished without a trace. Chances of her return, I think are slim to none.
I'm not even hungry for cake.
Oh My God! Collar is back as of 9pm. I spent the whole day calling her. Sound travels in these hills and I did not hear a single meow, a rustle or catch any glimpse of her and I roamed almost two thirds of this eleven acres and a bit of the surrounding land. Good grief!!
Now we are three again.