Missing Cat

Not sure about where you are, but here, fall is dating season for cats.
Any season is dating season for cats.

Could it be stuck up a tree? That happened to me once when my cat went missing. She was stuck in a neighbor's huge evergreen tree and couldn't make it down without humans. Luckily I heard her crying eventually. :unsure:
 
Never count a cat out! I had one go missing in the dead of December for nine days, and presumed him dead. He appeared on my doorstep Xmas Eve, emaciated from apparently being trapped in a neighbor’s garage all that time. Best Xmas present I ever got! Hope Snookums returns soon!
 
Mikey went out as usual, but didn't come home. 6 weeks later, I gave up, and got two kittens. As I was putting their dishes down for their first meal, I saw Mikey walking down the driveway. I let him in and he acted like he was out for 10 minutes. BUT, when he saw the kittens eating, he did this slow glance up at me, and (you have to be a cat person to understand) he was swearing at me.
Hope your Snookums comes prancing down the driveway, too.
It's amazing how those fur balls add to your life.
 
Any season is dating season for cats.

Could it be stuck up a tree? That happened to me once when my cat went missing. She was stuck in a neighbor's huge evergreen tree and couldn't make it down without humans. Luckily I heard her crying eventually. :unsure:
Spring and fall, here. Our homeless cat-camp gets new kittens in early summer and winter.

I think the city finally spayed and neutered all the adults, though. There haven't been any kittens around here since summer 2021, and I'm only seeing only 3 of the adults. The city may have taken the ones that were really pretty and socialize-able to the adoption shelter. The only ones left are scruffy, scarred-up badasses; one is missing an eye, one has a shredded ear and bent tail, and then there's me and Paxton's old pal Danny, a big orange tabby with a very serious expression on his oversized face.

All of them come to eat every morning. Danny waits right by the door, either in the hut I made for him or in the shade of the orange tree. I take the other guys' food out by the parking area. Danny won't let them get any closer than that. My back door is his joint.
 
Spring and fall, here. Our homeless cat-camp gets new kittens in early summer and winter.

I think the city finally spayed and neutered all the adults, though. There haven't been any kittens around here since summer 2021, and I'm only seeing only 3 of the adults. The city may have taken the ones that were really pretty and socialize-able to the adoption shelter. The only ones left are scruffy, scarred-up badasses; one is missing an eye, one has a shredded ear and bent tail, and then there's me and Paxton's old pal Danny, a big orange tabby with a very serious expression on his oversized face.

All of them come to eat every morning. Danny waits right by the door, either in the hut I made for him or in the shade of the orange tree. I take the other guys' food out by the parking area. Danny won't let them get any closer than that. My back door is his joint.
It's nice of you to care. I'm sure they appreciate it as much as cats can.

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