They have all established their favorite spots in and around the garden. Our back yard is a cat’s paradise, large trees, fully walled and fenced.
There is an old table outside with large cushions and they love sunning on it, with mommy watching over them. The braai still remains a very popular spot.
Missy did not come for supper and we left for a running race Dave is doing in the Transvaal province, the following morning. We would be away for two weeks. We have a house sitter come in and look after the animals and she done it for a few previous occasions.
When we arrived back home, no Missy to be found. We have looked everywhere and the house sitter said that the cats would not all be there when she was feeding them. She had left the food out morning and night and every time she came back all was empty. We were not very worried as the cats do seem to be very careful of strangest, but now Missy is really missing.
I have called and walked the garden and found a foul smell coming from a landing at the bottom of the garden near the road. I could not find the sauce and asked Dave to help. Then he found her.
She had been dead for a while. We could not determent what had happened and Dave covered her little body where she lay and made a cross for her. The kittens have been milling around us for two days and now we know why. Shame they must have been so distorted and we were not there to help. Dave felt it is his fault for going away, but things happen and I just pray it was a merciful death.
The kittens seem to be more attached to me than before and it just breaks my heart when Mr. Tigger searches under the blanket, on the sofa, for his mommy. She use to hide from them when they became too much to handle. The memories of her amazing life just floods back in my memory. In such a short time she had changed our lives and house hold so much. She trusted and loved freely and was just Missy.
She will be dearly missed.
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