The other day, a few hours after I posted the story of the little orange cat who visited me, someone on Nextdoor breathlessly left a message under her “Rainbow Bridge Alert”. (I don’t know about you, but I wonder about people who are so happy about leaving bad news.) She’s done three of these Rainbow Bridge Alert posts and they’re all about poor animals squashed by cars. She said that an orange tabby was now dead on a street not far away.
I told myself that the little orange cat that often visited me probably hadn’t made it that far. I waited, hoping he would come by, set off one of my cameras, and reassure me.
The other day I made myself look at a map and realized that he probably had made it that far. Cats roam quite a distance from their home base.
I was never within forty feet of the little cat, but his absence, and possibly his death, saddened me greatly. I hope, even now, that he had a home and that there are people like me waiting for his return. Maybe he’ll surprise everyone and show up. I hope so.
I haven’t seen the little black cat, either, but it’s been bitterly cold (for us) lately. However, this morning I had a visit from another cat, this one gray. Maybe the word has gone out. Run by the Ranney house if you get a chance. Raise a paw.
I hope he, too, has a home.
ORANGE CAT ALERT
Today my camera alert went off and there was the little orange cat sauntering in front of the door.
Maybe one of these days I’ll stop worrying about animals I don’t even know. But I have a feeling that as long as they visit me I’ll be curious about them.