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Posted by Aphra Behn on November 14, 2007
The little black cat is even more elusive than he was before. In the last 6 days, I’ve caught a glimpse of his back leg and tail once, and I think the one who stays over occasionally saw him on Thursday night.
I’ve not been round much myself though, so it may just be that our paths haven’t crossed. I was away for five days last week. I arranged for my neighbours to pop in and feed both cats while I wasn’t around. When I got home, I settled down to being ill for four days and spent most of the time in bed, ignoring the cat-flap and the kitchen entirely.
I did glimpse his back leg and tail disappearing behind the curtain by the front door some time over the weekend, but nothing since, and I’m still worried about him.
It’s a big, nasty cold world out there, if you are a little stray black cat.
Hopefully blogging about it will bring him back.
November 14, 2007 at 10:46 pm
Oh don’t. I’m an absolute sucker for cat stories. I’ll be lying awake worrying about the little black cat now.
(I used to have a little black cat of my own, called Mordecai. She (well, yes, it’s quite hard to get the gender right first go) died in my lap, of cat flu, at a year old, and I have been a pathetic soppy pushover about little black cats ever since).
November 29, 2007 at 10:13 pm
Poor little Mordecai.
Well, the blogging worked and the Blak Kitteh’s back each night now. Still as nervous as gubbins though.
Aphra.