On Wednesday, one of my cats ran away. She has been with us for 4 years, and, to me, she was like a sister.
She’d always curl up on my legs whenever I was playing videogames and even when I was on the bed, she’d jump on it and stay next to me. She’d meow at me to call me because she wanted to play, and whenever I wasn’t at home, she’d go to my brother’s room (where the videogames are, lol) because she’d think to find me there.
And she ran away. We found her twice, in an abandoned house near where we live. But whenever we would get near, she’d run away again. There are lots of stray cats here, and it isn’t the first time one of our cats escaped, but they would always visit us each day (also because my mom leaves cat food on the lawn for them). But she never came.
So now I’m feeling pretty down.
Ceren told me, to cheer me up, “you’ll see, she will return before Saturday”. And we made a bet.
On Thursday night, he told me “You’ll see, she’ll come back tomorrow.”
Friday morning, she really came into our lawn, but ran away as soon as she saw us. In a way, she really came back, even though for just a few minutes.
And today, Saturday, I didn’t see her, but a guy in the city who was selling little figurines and such gave me a little wooden cat.
Today I also dreamt that a girl had found my cat and she brought her back to us.
It was… weird.
So yeah… I’m feeling a little down about this. My cat was a stray before we adopted her, and it’s not the first time she actually stayed outside for more than one day, but it’s the first time that she never came back, not even once. I’m not worried about her not finding food or anything, considering that we know that she can hunt on her own and there’s always the food that my mom leaves outside.
But still, my mom is pretty down for this too. We all loved her, but maybe she just didn’t want to stay with us anymore.