It’s now after 5pm on Saturday, and Strider has not come home yet. I continue to call for him out front and out back, and pray for his return.
He is just nowhere that we can figure. It’s just something I wasn’t prepared for, this cat who “seemed” to love me as much as I loved him, if he not more than I, just walks away one night.
I keep anticipating opening the front door and finding my dear kitty there. Or go into the backyard to attend the hennies, and have him come up to me and rub my legs when I’m not “all-awares-looking-for-Strider” out there. Sigh.