Great Escape: Sighting? 12
Oct. 20th, 2011 10:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nepentheOn my first round, only a few minutes in, I look to my right and there's a little black hump in the grass out in the open, I flash my flashlight on it, and it's a black cat. I couldn't tell if it was my cat, and obviously after having a bright light shone on her, the cat knew she was spotted. I got closer, the cat got up. The cat was about the right size. It moved like Bunny when she's skiddish--low, short legged, J-shaped tail.
Needless to say, I never got close enough to be sure it was Bunny. If only I could be sure. None of the food or water was touched today, not even the tuna. If I could be sure, I'd at least know she was alive and close enough that if she wanted to come back, she could. That she was in the complex.
But I don't know. I don't know anything. It's killing me.
I'm going to research and make of plan of action to visit the pet shelters and clinics in the area now. I'll pass out my fliers to them. I have the other half of the immediate neighborhood to plaster with. Then, it's up to me getting out and about and keeping my door open for her.
I have never wanted to be able to communicate with Bunny more. I want to know if she wants to come home. If you told me last week that I wouldn't see Bunny in days, I would have insisted she'd be back, at least after a few hours. In California, when she got out or we let her out, it was always after a few hours she came back, crying at the door. I know I can't take it personally, but I, I want to know what happened to my little girl who would run straight to me, who put her paw on my knee that morning, then hopped right onto my lap wanting to cuddle and be held (obviously, I obliged). I want to know if she'd happy outside, I want to know if she's in trouble or hurt or simply hasn't had her fill of the outside.
Please come home, sweetpea.
Needless to say, I never got close enough to be sure it was Bunny. If only I could be sure. None of the food or water was touched today, not even the tuna. If I could be sure, I'd at least know she was alive and close enough that if she wanted to come back, she could. That she was in the complex.
But I don't know. I don't know anything. It's killing me.
I'm going to research and make of plan of action to visit the pet shelters and clinics in the area now. I'll pass out my fliers to them. I have the other half of the immediate neighborhood to plaster with. Then, it's up to me getting out and about and keeping my door open for her.
I have never wanted to be able to communicate with Bunny more. I want to know if she wants to come home. If you told me last week that I wouldn't see Bunny in days, I would have insisted she'd be back, at least after a few hours. In California, when she got out or we let her out, it was always after a few hours she came back, crying at the door. I know I can't take it personally, but I, I want to know what happened to my little girl who would run straight to me, who put her paw on my knee that morning, then hopped right onto my lap wanting to cuddle and be held (obviously, I obliged). I want to know if she'd happy outside, I want to know if she's in trouble or hurt or simply hasn't had her fill of the outside.
Please come home, sweetpea.
