I buried Callie Cat this morning.
We hadn't seen her since Tuesday morning. And when we didn't see her Christmas morning we figured she had moved on.
Callie adopted us back in August. The Vet placed her at around 7 months at that time. She was friendly enough but really only hung out in the house when the weather was bad or when she was hungry.
So it was really only a matter of time. Unless you have a kitten or adopt a cat that is only used to being inside, eventually something is gonna get you.
SM got a neighborhood alert email this morning when he got up a 5am. The email said that a cat had been struck and killed last night around 8pm out on the main road that hugs our neighborhood.
I was already geared up to take the dogs out for their walk so I did a mile with them then brought them to the house and, grabbing a shovel, headed out to walk the main road.
Sure enough, there she was. I crossed over the main road and buried her in the soft soil out in the field where she had undoubtedly been hunting only hours before.
Goodbye Callie Cat. You were a sweet cat.
Thanks for stopping by and sharing some of your life with us.