Still grieving Bert, we now seem to be missing Ben. We last saw him Saturday night--when the neighborhood 20somethings were partying hard. I fear he got hit by a drunk driver.
Monday I checked the animal shelters and called the microchip company. No luck.
Ben was supposed to be an inside cat, but he made it quite clear he want to an outside cat--escaping whenever the door opened and crying constantly to be let out. So, this spring I gave up trying to cloister him. Ben loved his new freedom. He lost weight. He killed a couple of mice and a bird. He hung around on the porch. We went on walks with Bert.
Ben was obnoxious but affectionate. We miss him. I hope by some miracle he will find his way home.
