“they don’t know what happened to him.”
Old age, bear, coyote, or a mix of one of the two.
Had a bobby domestic mix that I called Mimi.
[Screaming Mimi that is, she was lightning fast and had a howl to her when she got upset. Thankfully it was rare that she was upset.]
She was a little fluffball of love that became a large fluffball of “Your lap is MINE now hyooman!”
An affectionate if slightly insistant cat.
She sounds like a handful. I joke that if my Misty were human, she’d be Glenn Close’s character in Fatal Attraction.
I bet Mimi was adorable. And I bet her scream was something you’d remember!