About eleven o'clock, as I was editing Staked!, my neighbor texted me, requesting I come fetch my black and white cat from her yard.
When Charity was alive, this exchange happened weekly, at least. I paused, started to text her that she was mistaken, that the cat in her yard could not possibly be our cat, and then decided to ensure Alex, also a tuxedo, but much larger, was still in the house.
He was, and so Frances (gray and brown striped), Midnight (all black), Hope (tortoise), and Faith (calico). That's when it got weird.
My neighbor, who'd seen Charity zillions of times, insisted the cat in her yard was he.
So Daniel went over to check out the cat, but it was gone. Daniel then told her the cat was not Charity. She said it was, down to his collar. This freaked out Daniel, as he had buckled Charity's collar onto him before we laid him in his box.
We never did see that cat. The rational, logical part of us says this was someone else's cat, although we have not seen another tuxedo anywhere in our neighborhood.
The intuitive part of us feels cheered that perhaps, in some spiritual plane, Charity is happily frisking about, no longer needing to "sneak" past the electric fence to do so.
What do you think?
When Charity was alive, this exchange happened weekly, at least. I paused, started to text her that she was mistaken, that the cat in her yard could not possibly be our cat, and then decided to ensure Alex, also a tuxedo, but much larger, was still in the house.
He was, and so Frances (gray and brown striped), Midnight (all black), Hope (tortoise), and Faith (calico). That's when it got weird.
My neighbor, who'd seen Charity zillions of times, insisted the cat in her yard was he.
So Daniel went over to check out the cat, but it was gone. Daniel then told her the cat was not Charity. She said it was, down to his collar. This freaked out Daniel, as he had buckled Charity's collar onto him before we laid him in his box.
We never did see that cat. The rational, logical part of us says this was someone else's cat, although we have not seen another tuxedo anywhere in our neighborhood.
The intuitive part of us feels cheered that perhaps, in some spiritual plane, Charity is happily frisking about, no longer needing to "sneak" past the electric fence to do so.
What do you think?
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