I heard it, faint as it was, it was a meow. I froze. I don't call "Here kitty, kitty!" What if the cat came over, what would I do?! I would reach out for her and have her follow me to a cat neighbor. She will submit, tired of being on the run. She must look for her buddy Felix, she'll have to trust we'll get her home too. I shake the food bag, feeding and watering about 8:30 each evening.
I scope the prairie with binoculars, but her white fur patches blend in with the turning grasses. She'll become accustomed to my "new routine", when she decides to come out to feed and follows me home, we're in trouble. For not being a cat person, why are we trying so hard to catch her? Her parents don't have time to come back, she belongs to a family and she must be missing them. She needs to go home, we'll sleep better.
Good night friends.
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