The Cat got out yesterday and has yet to return. I can’t stop worrying.
It’s happened before; we really have no reason to panic yet. He always comes back. Even that time he escaped during a bad snow storm and was missing for over twenty-four hours. He’s tough. And smart. He never goes near the road and he’s bigger than most of the cats in the neighbourhood. If any cat could handle himself alone, it would be The Cat. He took on the mean streets of Southeast Calgary. In comparison, Halifax is for kittens.
Despite all that, I am worried. When he didn’t come back before we went to bed last night, I felt uneasy. However, it wasn’t unprecedented and I told myself we would hear him meowing at the window by three in the morning. By the time I woke up at five-thirty, we had yet to hear him yowl. My stomach sank. If he’s not there yet, I thought, he will be once he sees the lights on. I figured he’d be waiting at the front door when I stepped out with Shiva for our morning walk.
He wasn’t. He also didn’t appear when my PH called him while shaking his favourite bag of treats.
I know he will be back. It’s probably really silly to worry. He’s a selfish cat who is also incredibly hedonistic. He’s probably out partying with his kitty friends and has crashed somewhere before making the journey home. I have no doubt I will feel foolish for writing this later. But my heart remains unhappy.
I am not looking for advice. We will do all the usual things. I hoped if I wrote my feelings down, I would feel more confident of seeing him scratching at the bathroom window when I go downstairs. Sadly, I still just feel worried.
ETA: The cat finally came home on his own last night around 7pm. Thanks for all of your positive thoughts and well wishes! I cannot even describe my relief when I first saw his bushy tail. He, of course, appeared completely unapologetic. We start leash training this weekend.