Thursday night, Margie heard a ruckus outside, and went over to the window and looked out. She saw, she believes, Sugar running across the street to our house, and believes she heard the kitty door flap.
And that’s the last we saw of her.
Last night, after we got home from Doyce’s, there was a message from the Denver Dumb Friends League, inquiring after her and referencing her DDFL collar number. We finally got through to them today, and, based on what had been reported to them, Sugar most likely had an unfortunate encounter with a wild critter (of which there are a few around here).
Katherine is sad, but bearing up. She wanted to tell her friends, Kendall and Tyler, up the street first thing, since she said they were worried about Sugar, too. Margie’s more upset. Me? I’m blogging about it.
Sugar was a great cat, in just the few weeks we’d had her. She was friendly as all get-out, chatty, always eager to be petted, and an inveterate licker of other people (which is amusing sitting on the couch at 8 p.m., less so in bed at 3 a.m.). She was, as has been demonstrated, a mighty huntress, so there is perhaps a “Circle of Life” irony around all that. She’d managed to, finally, charm Mist and even Indy, and had become a part of our household very quickly.
Katherine wants another kitty right away, but I think we’ll wait a few weeks to let the emotions settle (and to avoid being in semi-lockdown while my parents are out for Labor Day weekend).
Bye, kitty-kitty. You’ll be missed.
***Dave, my condolences to all.
We live surrounded by wild things, too, and have lost more than one cat under mysterious circumstances.
The way I look at it, however long a shelter cat got to live with us was a much happier, more interesting and fun life than rusting away in a cage in a shelter.
Good on you for giving Sugar a better life. It’s too bad she used up so many of her nine lives before she got to live with your family.
Oh, so sad!
Stories like that make me feel a little less like a jailer for keeping my little girl-kitty Ariel strictly indoors. I live in an apartment, which makes the decision a non-choice, but the animal rescue folks wouldn’t let me adopt her if she would be allowed to go outdoors. They’re very strict now.
I know when you’re ready you’ll give another kitty the same chance at a good life that Sugar got.
I am sorry to see this, my condolences.
FWIW I do let our cats out, knowing that while freedom is risky, cats enjoy it too.
The whole indoor-cat-outdoor-cat thing is something I’ll probably be writing about. But not today.
Thanks, all, for your sympathies.
My condolences to your family.
Amazing how anything else I add to this sounds so trite…
Believe me, I understand.
I’m so sorry for your family’s loss.
I’m sorry to hear about Sugar. My sympathies to all of you.
Sugar, we hardly knew you! So sorry.
Poor kitty…
Sugar was a good cat and I hope that you, Kitten and MK are well and dealing with the loss in a healthy fashion.
Poor kitty. Give Catherine a hug for us.
Will do.
Katherine seems to be doing okay, but occasionally tells us she’s “sad” about Sugar when something reminds her of the kitty.