Where is he?

One of my cats has gone missing, he’s an older cat with a heart murmur. I keep calling and whistling him but he hasn’t come back since last night.

He’s done it before, about five years ago he disappeared for 10 days. He got out through a window (he used to be an indoor cat). He must have got lost. I think he was shut in a garage or shed while someone was on holiday, it looked like he had tried to dig his way out, his paws and nose were filthy.

Now? It was a warm night, he might have found somewhere cool to sleep. I’m going to have to go round the garden and see if I can find him. I hope he’s OK.

Old cat sketch

One of our cats from thirty years ago. Drawing in biro. He lived until he was about 17. He was a lovely quiet cat and I remember him and his sister were sweet. His mum came to us, as a pregnant stray. She was very intelligent and liked riding on my shoulders but her son didn’t do that. But he was still clever and would always come when I called or whistled him. He used to sneak into my neighbours house through their cat flap and he came home once with a huge steak in his mouth, growling when I took it off him. I never dared tell my friends what he had done!

Happiness?

Looking at these kittens from 7 years ago cheers me up. The sun is shining, there is a nice film on the TV. But I really feel down and anxious. I want to talk to someone, but everyone has their own lives to lead and I don’t want to bother them. I could ring up but my phone is on the blink. I talk but the person at the other end can’t hear me although I can hear them. I feel like it’s a metaphor (is that the right word?) for my life, frustrated and worried. Will things ever be good again? Will I find a modicum of happiness? I don’t know.

Stray cat

Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.

This cat comes in every day now. He pinches my cats food and then cheekily plays with their toy mouse. It’s filled with catnip and they love it.

I’m jotting this down because I will remember to post on line that he’s coming in. That’s so I can try and find his owner. Cats now should be microchipped, he possibly is. His markings are unusual so he might get recognised! X

Stare

Cats stare, they hardly blink, a slow closure of their eyes sometimes, or eyes tight shut, but you know they have half an eye checking out whats going on.

Ears pricked, listening for the rustle of a packet of food, the rip as you open it. They know the sound of a tin opening and releasing the smell of food.

Nose twitches, whiskers flex, mouth ready. Time for tea. And they move quickly when they tune into the signals you send them.