Friday, Oct. 01, 2004
Apparently I am doomed to live in a country music song. I am about ten minutes away from buying an oversized cowboy hat and standing on street corners with a cheap guitar, crooning the words, ďAnd if it warnít for bad luck, Iíd have no luck at all.Ē
My cat done gone.
The last time we saw Norma was the night of my surgery. She ran up to greet us when we got home from Montreal and then bolted to the front door, yelling imperiously about how weíd been gone all day and it was freakiní time we got the door open BECAUSE A CAT COULD STARVE TO DEATH AND WHAT WERE WE THINKING LEAVING HER ALONE ALL DAY?
Laughing, we opened the door and she rocketed in along with Zubby and Enid, ate eight crumbles and then tore back over to the door yelling imperiously that it was freakiní time we got the door open BECAUSE SHE HAD PLACES TO GO AND THINGS TO DO.
I opened the door and let her out and I havenít seen her since.
I didnít worry much when she didnít come in to breakfast Wednesday morning because sheís a bit casual about the morning meal, as is Zubby. Heís been known to disappear for as much as 24 hours and weíve always assumed it had something to do with his onerous homeland security duties.
But when I didnít see Norma by lunch time that day I did get worried and went out looking for her, walking first up our sugar bush road Ĺ mile calling her, and then down our own road. No Norma. I walked down the main road to the end, calling her, and also up a private cottage road thatís Ĺ mile from our home. Nothing.
Iíve called our nearest permanent neighbours. Iíve knocked on cottage doors and asked them to keep an eye out for Norma. Tuesday it will be two weeks since she disappeared. I am slowly adjusting to the notion that I might not see her again, because, as the spousal unit says, the woods that surround our home do hold dangers for a cat thatís not wary. We have bear, coyotes, fishers, foxes and owls.
Cats are by nature wary creatures. It is a good life here and almost all our cats have lived very long lives, into their late teens and two have made it to their early 20ís. But we have lost two other cats mysteriously, and I am afraid Norma may become our third.
Iíve been going out for an hourís walk each day, calling her. Iím sure my neighbours are getting mightily tired of hearing her name.
The spousal unit says that if I want to, we can go to the shelter and choose another cat. Somehow, I canít do that, not now. It was different when my cat Zoe died. She was most definitely gone and the hole that that bossy little cat left was just too big not to be filled. But with Norma, well, part of me knows that sheís probably gone, but part of me still has a candle in the window. I donít want to give up on her, not yet.
Itís an odd place to be.
Oh man. This is going to be hard
Goal for 2004: 1,000 miles - 1609 kilometers
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