Not Again!
I could have sworn I’d only just made this post – well, one similar. I know it’s been over a year since our beloved Pye disappeared (and we know what happened to him, don’t we?) and here we are again.
Spice slipped out the door yesterday morning as the girls were getting ready to leave for school, and she’s been gone ever since. This is Care’s little tortoiseshell, the kitten she picked last fall as part of her birthday present. The one that struggled to survive when she wouldn’t eat crunchy food, or loaf-like wet food, or bread soaked in kitten formula. The little prima dona who would only eat the beef slice cat food. Spice used to curl up on my shoulder/neck so she could keep warm – she fit into the palm of my hand when she finally started eating… She’d never really recovered in the growth area, which is why the vet wanted to wait a little longer to have her spayed. She’s barely four pounds, if that – I know she doesn’t weigh as much as my ankle weights (five pounds). Then, these past two weeks, she’s been in heat.
And now she’s out there, having never been outside for more than an hour at a time, except for one brief escape over the weekend. *sigh* I don’t even know if she will work the instincts enough to find food and water… and that’s if those boys (and yes, I use the term loosely, since I don’t believe in their status as human) don’t get their hands on her.
Last night, two rooms over, I could hear the snuffling and coughing of one very tired, very sad, very emotional girl. I had to drag her in the house to get some rest. She called until her throat is raw (and she’s just getting over a really bad cold/flu). I honestly don’t know what I’ll do if Spice doesn’t come home. Care is terrified she’ll end up the same way as Pye – beaten and suffocated in a plastic bag and gods know what afterwards. My kid may put on a super-bitch, cocky-goth attitude, but she’s still a little girl under all of that. I don’t think she can do this again…
