On the day Smudge went missing. Calls went out, “Smudge, Sweetie, please come out from your hiding place. Your Mummy misses you.”
Nothing, no meow, no feeling of snuggling on a leg. Sheer sadness ensued. Where could that silly catbe? Smudge never went outside, never crossed the doorway, but today she bolted out the open back door.
Smudge, when I look at her, sports attitude. She is independent and sassy in the way she moves or snuggles. All will be lost if Smudge isn’t found. Who will there be to pet, or talk to, or share innermostthoughts with? Life will never be the same.
“Think positive thoughts, never give up.” That’s what Mrs. Calm always says.
How does a person do that in a time of so much stress? Must try and follow her words while looking for the one who keeps my world level most days.
The search was widened to include the nearby farms and especially the barns. Maybe Smudge heard the cry of a friend who was in danger and went to help. Is that even possible? Of course, it is. Animals listen tothings that humans do not.
After two long days, scouring more than five miles of land and buildings, I laid eyes on her. Smudge was in Mr. Tub’s hayloft lying next to an injured kitten who had been bullied by the others.
Mr. Tub finally was able to put both into a nearby kennel, and they were taken home. Two cats now live in this house. Smudge and her adopted son Trigger, who today, are bonding with this pitiful specimen of a human.
