My 11-yer-old Siamese hasn't been seen in two days. I last saw him shortly before Kevin opened the garage door to carry groceries in on Friday. I have always feared the cats running outside through an open garage door. We've lost a few cats this way in the desert, most recently our beloved Arthur.
But now Chico? I saw two tufts of his fur in the front yard, near the green chair I use to gaze at the mountains. There was no blood. He's been gone before for a few days, but this time I'm concerned. Poor Mo's been alone in the garage sulking, just sleeping away.
Chico and I go way back, to my days in California. He's gone through a lot, traveling from CA to NJ and now AZ. I hope it hasn't been a horned owl or a coyote that took him from me.
Kevin doesn't mind. He's not much of a cat person, but I'm hurting inside.
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