We got Puss 'n Boots almost 5 years ago, shortly after the death of our 14yr old cat Shelby. And right after Shrek 2 came out. Hence, her name :-)
Last week, on Wed night, a week ago today, Puss didn't come home.
I was surprised she wasn't at the back door when I went to let her in before bed.
She had spent the night outside before. Not often, maybe two or three times.
I figured she'd be there in the morning, waiting for me, meowing loudly at the back door.
The next morning, she wasn't there.
She hasn't come home in a week.
She has also done this once before. ONLY once.
Last summer, the day we left for vacation, she went on a vacation of her own for a week.
She wouldn't come for the Ex when he called her home.
But this, this is different.
She knows we're home.
Alec checks as soon as he gets home from school.
Any time I'm in the kitchen, I'm staring out the window.
Eyes scanning for any sign of movement. A flash of calico streaking across the backyard.
I've spent an obscene amount of time, either with my face pressed to the bathroom window screen, listening for her, or standing on the deck calling 'pssss pssss psssss psssssss PUUUUSSSSSSS!!!!'
She won't come.
And I don't know why.
or eaten by one of the animals who roam the woods behind the house;
or if someone took her in, thinking she was a stray.
I just don't know.
And it's the not knowing that's killin' me.
And taking some comfort in the fact that when she finally DOES get her ass home, she won't be knocked up like she was LAST time!!!!