I am distraught this morning as my cat Milo seems to have run away. He was a feral that has been living in the house for about three years. He never wanted to go outside after I first caught him in a have-a-heart trap on my porch. He had been coming around for years late at night and would never let me get near him but he ate the food I put out for him. When I decided to finally trap him it was because he was all beat up and limping. After taking him to the vet and getting him fixed up and neutered, he lived in my attic for a while and then we let him out of there and he would hide in the house all the time. Then one lucky day for me, he ran up and jumped on my lap and has since become the sweetest, most huggable teddy-bear cat in the world. He is a great big tuxedo tabby with a body like a bulldog, my husband's favorite dog, so of course he just adored Milo.
I think he is upset with me because he used to spend every evening in the den with me on the couch but lately two other cats have decided to spend the evenings in there too. If Milo comes in, he takes one look at the other cats and would run back to my office where he eats and sleeps. He has the run of the house but just stays in my office, runs down to the basement if someone comes in, or used to lie on me in the den. Also, the big tomcat Socrates just got to live in the house too so I think he was feeling neglected. But I am always in my office on the computer so I did spend lots of time with him. I have been screaming my lungs out calling him, searching the garage, and walking all over the property. If he does not come back, I will go into intense grief as I adore this kitty.
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