The black cat in Asthall, seen round a skip, is probably a feral. There is one in the village, also a tabby that is perhaps a stray. I owe this information to the farmer's wife, living in a caravan because of the devastating floods. She once lost a dog that simply never was found again so she knows the pain of uncertainity. The farm has a shoot, and she is going to tell the beaters about George. I didn't think he would be that far away but I needed to check. I have left a poster on the village noticeboard - just in case.
I am off to London today, leaving the cat flap open for cats to come in but closed for cats that go out. I wish I could stop hoping.
I AM THE THE AUTHOR OF "A-Z. A CAT'S GUIDE TO HUMANS. "A must read for all felines,"-- Tilly the Ugliest Cat in the Shelter. "Saved me from so many mistakes with my new human,"-- Toby the Cross-Eyed Stray.
Never give up hope.
ReplyDelete"Hope deferred maketh the heart sick, but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life." Proverbs 13:12
My human says if you don't want to post this comment, it's okay.
Celia
ReplyDeleteI read your blogs and feel so sad that George has disappeared but he would have been so unhappy if he had been a house cat and couldn't enjoy the open country side and their smells and freedom.
You are all in our prayers.
Regards
Sue and Elegant Emma