I’d been meaning to make a post about Sasha, the outdoor cat who is loosely attached to our lives. A couple of weeks ago I noticed she wasn’t whining at the door to be fed when Lin got home from work. Last week I noticed that I hadn’t seen her at all anywhere. I wouldn’t say I was exactly worried about the situation. She’s not really our cat, and to be honest, feeding her has been a bit of a drain on the budget. I wouldn’t wish harm on her, but if she toddled off to better mooching and hunting grounds, I wouldn’t exactly mind, and if she vanished because she got run over, so long as I didn’t really know about it, I’d just move on and eventually forget the cranky, nasty cat. Still, I had gotten used to her begging at the door and pestering me out in the garden. Her absence was definitely noticed.
Well, last night, completely out of the blue, she came running up when I took the trash out and begged to be fed! I’ll admit to feelings of relief and happiness. Sure, she’s cranky, nasty, a pain in my butt, and a drain on the budget, but she’s cute … especially when she’s hungry.
No idea where she’s been. She still looks nicely plump and in good health. It does look like she was in a fight at some point, since there’s a small patch of missing skin and a scratch on her head, but it’s all healed up and looks like it wasn’t a major injury. I wish she’d become social enough to bring indoors and treat like a proper pet, but the Insane Neighbors never treated her like a proper pet. I’ve done my best to ease her into being an indoor cat, but I realized a few months ago that it just isn’t ever going to happen. Sasha would be miserable, and she’d make us and the other cats miserable as well. It just wouldn’t really be fair to anyone involved.
But at least she isn’t dead. That was really my big fear. For all her hissing and scratching and being mean, she has her sweeter moments, and I’d like her to live her wild outdoor life as happily and as long as possible. So … I’m glad she is OK, and I guess I’m glad she’s back so I can see she’s OK, but still, now I have a cranky and wild outdoor cat in my life again. In fact, she’s whining at the door right now. I suppose I better go feed her or she won’t shut up. :D