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jennickels) wrote2022-02-16 10:52 am
jennickels) wrote2022-02-16 10:52 am
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So, I posted before about my cat, Silver, being hurt and how I tried really hard to keep him inside, but he won in the end. I started letting him outside again a little over two weeks since he got hurt.
Now he's missing, and I feel ill.
I let him out around 5am, Monday morning. He usually wants out at this time every day. It's become routine so I dragged myself out of bed when he started whining and let him out. I squashed down the growing anxiety and fell back asleep. I figured he'd be waiting to come in when I got up in a couple hours because it was cold and raining.
Well, he wasn't there. He wasn't there all day Monday and he wasn't there every time I checked on Tuesday. Now it's Wednesday. It's been over 48 hours since I've seen him. It's not like him to stay gone that long although it has happened before. Usually, he comes home a few times a day to eat. I also know the neighbors leave food out for the cats so they don't have to come in to eat, but Silver likes to follow me around so he usually comes when I call him. But he hasn't come home.
I feel so sick to my stomach. But I've also kind of resigned myself to never seeing him again. I'm trying not to think about it to much because then scenarios like him injured and dying in a ditch somewhere alone come to mind, and I can't deal with that. I can only deal with him being found by another family who took him in or him just lost somewhere but able to survive.
Why did I let him back out again? I was just so tired. The constant whining and stress of keeping him from peeing all over my room got to me so I gave in to his desire to roam. I should have kept him in more. I don't know. I don't think it would have mattered. He would have gotten out eventually. I knew I was going to cave to his wants eventually because he was so miserable.
My husband thinks I'm overreacting and he'll be back like he always is. I hope so, but I'm also terrified he'll come home hurt again, and I can't afford to treat him nor do I have a way to get him to the ER if he comes home today. I have no car, and everyone with a car is gone today.
Ugh.
Anyway, keep Silver in your thoughts and maybe he'll come home and just be hungry and tired and not want to leave again for a couple days.
Now he's missing, and I feel ill.
I let him out around 5am, Monday morning. He usually wants out at this time every day. It's become routine so I dragged myself out of bed when he started whining and let him out. I squashed down the growing anxiety and fell back asleep. I figured he'd be waiting to come in when I got up in a couple hours because it was cold and raining.
Well, he wasn't there. He wasn't there all day Monday and he wasn't there every time I checked on Tuesday. Now it's Wednesday. It's been over 48 hours since I've seen him. It's not like him to stay gone that long although it has happened before. Usually, he comes home a few times a day to eat. I also know the neighbors leave food out for the cats so they don't have to come in to eat, but Silver likes to follow me around so he usually comes when I call him. But he hasn't come home.
I feel so sick to my stomach. But I've also kind of resigned myself to never seeing him again. I'm trying not to think about it to much because then scenarios like him injured and dying in a ditch somewhere alone come to mind, and I can't deal with that. I can only deal with him being found by another family who took him in or him just lost somewhere but able to survive.
Why did I let him back out again? I was just so tired. The constant whining and stress of keeping him from peeing all over my room got to me so I gave in to his desire to roam. I should have kept him in more. I don't know. I don't think it would have mattered. He would have gotten out eventually. I knew I was going to cave to his wants eventually because he was so miserable.
My husband thinks I'm overreacting and he'll be back like he always is. I hope so, but I'm also terrified he'll come home hurt again, and I can't afford to treat him nor do I have a way to get him to the ER if he comes home today. I have no car, and everyone with a car is gone today.
Ugh.
Anyway, keep Silver in your thoughts and maybe he'll come home and just be hungry and tired and not want to leave again for a couple days.
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Do the neighbours know he’s missing? Maybe they can help keep an eye out.
It is so scary when cats do this.
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The kids have a theory that the cats have a second home where people feed them because they think they're strays and keep them inside when it gets really cold and wet. But that just makes me wonder what they thought when I kept him inside for two weeks straight then he came back with part of his head and tail shaved (from the ER visit--checking for injuries). If there is another family, they must be really confused.
He spent all night on my bed, curled up next to me, but I stupidly let him out again this morning in the confusion of getting everyone out the door and ready for the day. Too much going on--other cats were fighting, my son was whining about not wanting to go to school, my grandson wanted breakfast, the trash needed taking out, I had to run to the store, my daughters were leaving for work and school... it was just a mass of people and pets and craziness, and in it, I let Silver out without thinking. Sigh. Hopefully, he comes back in the morning instead of making me worry for days again.
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