In what kind of cruel world does the day I make a blog centered around my love of cats also become the day that my very first cat passes away?
I've had Mistoffelees since she was a month old. Three days ago was her fifth birthday, and now she's gone.
I told my step-dad not to let her out last night, because when she goes outside late it's hard to get her back in. She left, and didn't come home. I was up until 2:30am calling out to her, and woke up at 7:30 to see if she'd come back.
I had a bad feeling in my gut yesterday, I'd heard a car make an awful noise and immediately started thinking all the worst case scenarios of the whereabouts of my cat.
I was getting ready this morning to go around to my neighbour's houses, show them pictures of her, give them my number. I called the SPCA to tell them to keep a lookout for her, and they told me that they had received a call about a cat from my area who'd been found deceased. I went, and it was her.
That cat was the first pet I ever owned that was mine. When I imagined my future, living in my own home, it was with her, and my kitten Cowey.
Over the past few months I've been slowly getting used to the fact that because I'm away from home for so long, Mistoffelees has become my Mother's cat. So we've both suffered a huge loss today.
So many of my closest friends have had to say goodbye to their most beloved pets. My only hope is that she's with them now, and they're having a good time.
For now, I'm just going to continue to love the crap out of Cowey.