Three and a half years ago the forest coughed up three fur balls and the Spot family entered my life. When the spotlets were grown a year later, Mama Spot took off never to be seen again. She disappeared for about nine days and then came home. Then Crawford disappeared for five days and came back home. Mama Spot then left again and never returned. There were only two spots left. October 2009 was a test in the ways of the forest and kitties.
Crawford grew into a handsome cat. Life was good. Plenty small rodents to catch. Plenty food to eat and a nice warm bed when wanted.
He did what cats do, bossed me around until he got what he wanted.
There were two cats in the yard and everything was fine. Miss Collar had her brother and a companion to keep her company while I was away at work.
Crawford was last seen at Thursday night's supper after I had left
for the Garden Bloggers Asheville Fling 2012. He has not returned since I
have been home. He has been gone for at least a week now. The forest has probably taken him back. The possibilities for his demise are countless.
Now there is only one Spot left, the neurotic one, my least favorite of the bunch. She has been sticking close since I got home.
What to do, what to do? Do I go to the pound and get her a new companion or do I wait for the forest to take her away and have no cats. This is almost too much to bear.
I am filled with sadness.