Very upset today. Have had a stray can hanging around here for about a week, eating my kitty's food, sleeping in their bed (the one in the garage), basically making himself at home. He is a young cat, not a kitten, just young...you can tell. I have two cats of my own her and my mom has one and they were terrified of the interloper, even though never really threatened them. You could tell he was starved not only for food but for company because he was very sweet, especially to humans, wrapping around you leg and purring if you'd let him get close. I surmised that he had been somebody's cat but nobody around the 'hood claimed him. I saw him cross the highway a couple of times, no mean feat for a feline, as this road is one of the busiest in the county at certain times of the day. For some reason my two sweet boys (both neutered) kept away from him and my little girl was petrified every time he came close to her. My cats were hiding in the shrubbery and straying farther from their usual backyard haunts. Not his fault, just the way cats are with a newcomer sometimes.
Anyway, I will spare the details but he is gone today and my already sad and wounded heart has just about broken over this abandoned, thrown away cat. Did I see myself in that forlorn little animal? I can't stop weeping for him....it is like he represents everything that I seem to be these days....lost, alone, hungry for something that I can't quite put my finger on, depending on the kindness of others instead of myself because my resources are so depleted I have almost nothing left of myself to depend on? What is going to happen to me, I wonder? What indeed.