Lost Cats

Sad news from Yael today.  Her beloved cat, Edmund, has used up all his nine lives and died.  It is always so painful when we lose a pet.

Earlier this week Paul, while out for his early morning walk with Rick, was approached by one of our neighbours who had discovered a dead tabby at the side of the road; she wondered if Paul might know who he belonged to.  She said she would take him to the vets to see if he was chipped.  Later that day I took Rick out for his afternoon walk in the drizzling rain. As we walked through the village I saw an elderly gentleman standing outside his bungalow calling and whistling.

“Have you lost something?” I asked, silently hoping that he was searching for a lost tortoise or budgerigar, anything but a cat.
“My cat, he hasn’t been home all day.”
“Is it a tabby?”
“Yes.”

I broke the sad news to him and led him to the home of the lady who had found the cat.  I felt so helpless.
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Autumn has definitely arrived in Lincolnshire.  It is grey and wet here today and the leaves are rapidly floating down onto our garden from the big trees.  It is definitely a day for staying indoors, indulging in some comfort food and staying warm.