
Originally Posted by
Biciclista
I hate when cats disappear. they have infinitely more patience than we do. And we sit there fussing , wanting to call for help... and they are just comfortably sleeping somewhere oblivious!
Ain't that the truth. I never stopped sweating his disappearances. Each time he showed back up, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. As sad as this sounds, I suspect that's he's going to eventually meet the average fate of outdoor kitties one way or another. But I take some comfort that he had some good kitty adventures along the way. Taco, on the other hand, will do just fine if she stays close to home and will hopefully go on to live a long life. However, if I had my choice, both of them would be safely living in somebody's home. I'm still struggling with the kitten's death. I don't go very long without thinking about him.
Live with intention. Walk to the edge. Listen hard. Practice wellness. Play with abandon. Laugh. Choose with no regret. Continue to learn. Appreciate your friends. Do what you love. Live as if this is all there is.
--Mary Anne Radmacher