Cats got out yesterday, got Moby who hung about. Eleanor is gone. She may come back. She may not. Doing all we can, she's chipped.
But.
The house has been very quiet.
Please do not offer advice, we're going mad enough.
UPDATE: SHE'S HOME! Wet and hungry and scared, but home. 1145 PM.
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Thank Goodness she's back. Lost is not a nice word at all.
Oh thank goodness! Yes, home is a much nicer word. Home again!
Oh what an awful shock for you all, especially Eleanor.
So good to read the last lines.
That it was a stormy night didn't help. Very wet and windy, which doesn't bother her like it bothers Moby. That she knows the way home is the best part.
She woke me up sitting on my chest this morning, paws on my chin. Then jumped off quickly - time for food. Spent most of the night in the window, looking out.
I can't add anything to what everyone else has already said...except, maybe, my heart leapt into my throat at the words Eleanor was lost, then tears of sympathetic joy when I read the last.
Poor Eleanor! Fortunate Eleanor!
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She was gone 14 hours, and we agonized every one of them. Imagining my life without her, grief welling up. That she found her own way back is a great comfort.
This has happened to us a couple of times when the cats were still indoor animals, we almost died with fright and spent desperate nights calling and searching. After we moved to a safer neighbourhood, we eventually let them roam and this they did for 15 years, they turned into nocturnal hunters often presenting their catch at the back door in the morning. They never missed a morning call. It took them ages to get the hang of the cat flap though.
Sabine,
Part of the adoption agreement, with both cats, is that we keep them as indoor cats. Heavy traffic and numerous dogs, as well as raccoons, means that is a good idea here.
Our next door neighbor Mike, semi-adopted an established outdoor/neighborhood cat, so he's kept Sebastian as an outdoor cat. That was an agreement between him and cat.
Very glad to hear Eleanor is back. It's a long time since we've been through this, but it's seriously unfunny.
Gentle,
Well, you know, she's a rescue from a no-kill shelter, after she'd already been in another shelter. We're her last, best chance, and we take that seriously. Seriously unfunny, yes, indeed.
Your understatement is acknowledged.
Gutted felt closer to it, yesterday.
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