I’m a cat lover. Ever since I was a baby, my house has had at least one cat… Whenever I see a cat, especially one in need, I have a horrible want to help it. I get it from my mom, she’s worse than me.
Kuro was one of those cats that we helped. We had “found” him several years ago wandering around the neighborhood. We were out walking and he followed us home. He was super friendly and not afraid of humans so we thought that he was someone’s outdoor cat or something. He didn’t have a collar, but he also didn’t have any claws, so then we thought maybe he had been abandoned. He kept hanging around our house and eventually we saw him starting to look a little skinny so we gave him some food. He munched down the food and looked to us for some more. He came by daily for food and soon, he just became our cat.
He wanted to come in and we let him in a few times but Mimi, one of our indoor cats screamed bloody murder whenever he came in close proximity to her so we had to keep him outdoors, despite his lovable nature. He patrolled the neighborhood during the day but always came back for breakfast and dinner like clockwork. We found out that everyone in the neighborhood knew him and played with him and that he had many besides ours: Black, Shadow, B&W, Oreo, etc. Who could resist a mysterious cat with many names?
Well 4 days ago Kuro went missing. We were worried, but thought that he just decided to go traveling and would come back sooner or later. But for some reason I started getting a bad feeling about it. I missed him and decided yesterday to search the neighborhood for him. My family and I went door to door asking if they saw him, sent out flyers and late last night I put up some lost cat posters around block.
This morning we got a call from a neighborhood jogger saying they think they found our cat. It was Kuro but unfortunately something had attacked Kuro and he wasn’t able to get away alive. :( Poor Kuro.
What really guts me is that the day he went missing, I had planned to give him a bath and let him take refuge in the house (and hide him from Mimi) because of the sweltering heat outside. I was a day too late I guess…
Yea. I’m ok, don’t worry. It hurts of course, but it hurt more when we didn’t know where he was or what had happened to him, if that makes sense. I’m not glad to know he’s gone but at least we have closure in knowing what did happened to him instead of him just vanishing from our lives. I guess this is always a possibility and a risk when you have outside pets… unfortunately.
So now with our other outside kitty Ai now an inside cat (she had been so for two months now due to dental issues), I think my family has pretty much sworn off picking up any other stray cats. We get attached too easily to any furry face and it’s too much worry to have to wonder if your pet will be safe… Especially in Texas when there’s who-knows-what coming out at night from the brush country.
So those of you who have pets, go love on them for a while today. Give them a special treat and a hug and an extra long brushing to let them know you care, especially the outdoor ones. Please do it for me and please do it for Kuro.
Kurotan we love you. Rest in peace buddy.