I believe in true honesty. I try not to sugar-coat this blog. Warts and all is how it is.
I knew we had to keep little cattie in for at least two weeks but I always get so hot at night and I slightly opened the bedroom velux window (a window that is built into the roof and slants to open).
Little cattie made her escape first thing on Sunday morning and, since then, we have all been searching every shed, every hole in the ground, everywhere for her. This is not made easy as we are coming up to lambing and I cannot take BeAnne with me, despite being the only one little cattie adored. It would be wrong to do this.
I leave food in the two sheds by our house that she could get into and, the night before last, one lot was eaten which got my hopes up but then last night’s food was untouched.
Perhaps little cattie is making her way back to her previous owner who lives, as the crow flies, probably 3 miles away. I really hope so.
On a positive note, where we are is perfect cat territory – endless bunnies, mice, birds and shelter everywhere. There are no predators and outdoor cats do very well here. Little cattie was, according to her previous owner, a keen hunter. Our roads are not busy, either.
What can I say? It was totally my fault. I feel gutted, a truly awful animal owner and nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I have let little cattie down. I think she saw us as her captors and not her friends, though she adored BeAnne. I can only pray she is safe and well.
Her Maj is doing ok. She seems to have become used to being on her own and just follows one of us wherever we go.
So now you know.
I doubt anyone will ever trust us with either another cat or dog, to be honest.