Sometimes rituals for wealth make things come about in sad ways. So here I am, in my parents’ house and I had to bring all of my cats. Due to C__ and the fact that people throw away cats, I came with close to 20. For the record, they knew all their names, would come when called, and uh… I’m good at herding cats. Anyhoo.
The old neighborhood is one of large yards, some trees remaining (interlopers are destroying my homeland. Gotta work on that.) and space. Lots of space. So 20 cats as indoor/outdoor shouldn’t be a problem, especially since there’s apparently a large amount of feral cats living just 3 yards down.
But apparently one of my neighbors is a thieving jerk.
The first missing cat was Sweetie Belle: teacup sized, spayed (hey fate handed me lots of cats. I didn’t want lots more cats.), lived up to her name, calico (highly prized in this town). She’d body hug me. I was convinced she was an old soul. We thought: an owl got her.
Then Piddie, her mother, disappeared.
Gangster was found dead in the garbage can.
Hurdy Gurdy suddenly is afraid of all humans.
Mongo disappeared - Mongo is the house baby that I’ve come to for help here in getting back before. He was uncut, and had a planned destiny of being used to breed with one of the remaining silver leaf cats. Currently of that breed, there is only one left in the world that can breed. These cats were bred for intelligence and psychic powers - no I’m not joking. The owner is waiting for her chosen female to mature and have kittens. Our plan: I get one or two of those kittens and help save the breed. Mongo has rare color of eye, is large, sturdy, hardy, and EMPATHIC. He was perfect.
He disappeared for a week. I finally found him yesterday - nervous, unhappy, and neutered.
Tonight my beloved Bullfrog, whom I fed by bottle and loves food as much as his father - is missing.
The suspect neighbors stood in the bushes and whispered to each other while I searched for him.
That’s the rant.
Just GRRRRRR. I’m so upset and thrown off, instead of finding a demon to put a stop to this malicious behavior I can’t focus to figure out whose demonic shoulder I want to cry on!
This situation has it so I can’t travel to shows to make money, for fear of losing another beloved baby.
UGH! Just some people need to take their petty tiny selves and jump into a volcano!