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Cat - part 2

By j jones

 We now have a cat called Sionyn, although "have" is currently a bit of a stretch of the imagination! Over the last year, he's taken to wandering off days at a time, coming back rather full! On the vet's advice, we're careful how much we feed him. He's always been an excellent hunter and has even brought squirrels home - for a little takeaway on the side! He eats everything he catches. He went on another walkabout in the New Year, but this time, he didn't come back after a few days or a few weeks, and after a couple of months, with heavy hearts, we decided to pack up his bowl. Last night, as I was standing in the kitchen, in he strolled, meowing, and headed straight to where his bowl was kept, only then looking at me with great surprise that there was no food waiting...after four and a half months! After I picked my jaw up from the floor, I looked at him to make sure he was keeping ok. There were no clues as to where Sionyn was hanging out, but it was very close to an ample food supply! He's huge! Practically Garfield. 

Obviously, I'm so glad he's still alive, but I'm sad and slightly jealous. I'm jealous because I want us to be the only ones feeding him. We chose his name and know when his vaccination dates are due. We know how much feed keeps him fit and healthy. I'm jealous that he's been tempted by the promise of a never-ending supply of treats that taste great but are causing him harm, rather than staying where he's loved enough to be given all he needs rather than what he wants. And I'm sad. Sad he's settling for a mediocre, sluggish existence rather than a life full of wonder and adventure. 

What do I see? 🤔 I wonder! Am I that different from Sionyn? 

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