As long as we're having all this bummer cat (& other) news...
I guess I might as well fess up that we haven't seen Daddy Moo since May 14th.
That's over 9 weeks; we haven't ever gone that long without seeing him ever, even before him was friendly to us.
His latest arch-enemy has been striding the fences with impunity, and the birds are more and louder.
No moar WAOW or giant purr.
Moo leaves behind one very stoopid tuxie son, two fud hoomans who miss him, and his blog followers.
We miss his giant cow/soccer ball self, but 4-5 years for an alley tom is a pretty good life. And besides siring a bunch of cute kittens, he also rescued lost little BG. Moo was a good boy.
I'd so hoped to sit on the back porch of a summer evening and skritch Teh Moo, see if he'd be a lap cat, but it was not to be. Him was our winter half-cat; came to us with the rain, left when it did.
Goodbye, Moo -- wherever you are, I hope it's warm and full of cruncheez.
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Moo had kindness and comfort in his life from you and Mr. LT, so I'd like to think that he's moved on to another loving family. Yes. Let's go with that.
Me very sad, too.
But Mr. Moo loved your fudz and your skritches and your taking care of his little boy.
Be safe and happy Moo, no matter where you are.
He's testing you - as soon as you say good-bye, he'll surely turn up again. Keep looking.
And if it is indeed not to be, well, you brought him comfort and Food and Fame (many photos!) - he'll remember you for that.
When our 35 pound black kittie Dexter left us for a week he showed up about ten minutes after the last tears dried. He must have smeeld a left behind lunch in the elementary school down the hill because he went inside and was locked in for almost a week (they found poop all over,lol). He showed up when they opened the doors to mop during the school break.
He would often visit neighbors and cry for mooshies (wet food) like the Eric Cartman that he was. Some would keep him overnight and he would run home crying for more fude and sympathy.
I hope Moo shows up of as MMB said that he is okay wherever he is and full and dry and warm.
Oh -- I hope he will show up. Toms are wanderers (at least the ones I have known) -- but if he doesn't come back, you know you made his life much brighter, as he did yours.
{{{{{hugs}}}}}
Such a smart boy, I wish that had been passed down to his son.
I'm glad I got pix and video of Mr. Moo. Lord Moo. Teh big handsum cowcat.
I'll echo Michelle -- toms roam. We had a black and white Boxcar cat who left a few weeks after I started watching the colony. Unbeknownst to me, he had moved to the Distillery District, where I encountered him almost two years later.
But you were good to him and I know you're sad he's gone, and we'll miss him as a part of our neighborhood, too.
Hope he's happy and safe wherever he is.
I know you'll still be looking for him cuz TLC is in endless supply. Now maybe he's watching out for you.
The Steenkers!
I just feel different, psychically, than the other times when him went missing.
A kitty on a TV show I watch had to be put to sleep this week too, so I'm all "Even my FICTIONAL cats have a bad week!"
I'm keeping his bag of croncheez a while longer.
Of course, this does not rule out him having other other hoomans who might have moved away and taken him with.
The longest I've had a cat come back was not "the very next day" but over Four Months (!)
And he did take off pretty much at the turn of the season, and at the height of the spring Kitten Run.
He may have simply moved on.
I'll hope he's off somewhere... maybe over where your visitor came from?... stealing other kitty's crouncheez, and trying to pass along his smarts to the next batch of young uns - as opposed to just his good looks.
(And hang onto those choncheez.... someone will turn up needing them sometime.)
They don't expire for another several months so HRT can eat them, I can keep them on hand for other visitors, and take them to the pound when they're about done.
Last year, Moo was around to eat all the prescription crunchies that TK couldn't use, so it's fair.
Just like a man - never knows what's best for him!
Glad you found him.
(am very, very glad he allowed a sighting)