Good to know it wasn’t your cats. Jake is out in the herb garden hoping Tom the mockingbird won’t notice him until it’s too late.
We have never let any of our cats outside. Most of them have been content to stay
inside and observe the outside world through window screens and screen doors.
The only cat I ever let outside was my late Rocket. He was just a perfect gentleman.
He came to me when I called him, and we walked around together.
He chased chipmunks and ate grass, and when he was done, he would walk over to
the man door at the side of the garage and stare at the doorknob until I let him in.
Egad, but I miss that cat. There is definitely an empty hole in my heart the size
and shape of my Rocket.
Sometimes at night, I swear he’s sleeping on my hip like he used to do. I still cry.