I am concerned about Pupsie. She is missing. Without Jack. That is suspicious.
The dogs are usually together, except when Jack chases a squirrel to the woods, and Pupsie comes back to the porch for a treat. Even then, she goes to fetch him before coming to the kitchen door. Apparently she thinks I have mad capture skillz and can wrestle her to the ground like a calf roper.
Anyhoo... it's been almost a week! My days are all mixed up because of my rumpus/leg pain. I can't remember the days I went to town and stayed home. But it was a day that Farmer H went to his SUS2.5. So Friday/Saturday/Sunday. When I left for town that day, only Jack was there. Same when I came home. I asked Farmer H if he'd seen her. He said before he left for his SUS2.5, both dogs were here. But around 10:00, I had only heard Jack barking in the front yard, and not Pupsie's shrill bark.
I have not seen or heard Pupsie since. Nobody in our enclave has put her picture on Facebook. You'd think if she was hanging around at somebody else's house, they would be quick to complain. I can't imagine Pupsie running away to choose a new family. Not even if they had fresh, unchewed lawnmower seats, never-ending poop boxes on their front porch, or tasty plastic children's toys in the yard. She always brings stuff like that home, except for the lawnmowers.
Nor do I suspect that somebody has dognapped Pupsie. She won't even get close to US. She's a regular contortionist when it comes to shying away from the hand that feeds her.
I'm sad that Pupsie is missing. Not despondent. It's not like when problematic Scarlett was given away without 24 hours notice! Scarlett was a pet, even though she didn't ADORE me. She was happy and pettable. I am fond of Pupsie, but she's more of a freeloader permanent stray than a pet. She always seems happy, wagging her tail, dancing just out of reach.
I am holding out hope that she will return. But I fear that she has come to no good end.
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My husband has just started feeding a stray (somewhat feral) male cat. Ironically, in the past, there have been stray (and feral) cats that I would want to feed, and he would discourage me from doing it. I asked what the difference was this time, and he said he was looking very thin. (previous strays have looked as though they had been well fed, either with mice and striped gophers or someone else feeding them) I think it has a bit to do with him being thin, but a lot more to do with the fact that he looks quite a lot like our (indoor only) male cat, who my husband is very fond of. I'm glad he's feeding him, but now I worry about winter coming. Maybe he will build him a warm place out of one of the many totes we have around here. I wonder....I do hope Pupsie is okay, but I agree that with those habits he has developed, it doesn't look good that you haven't seen him for a week. Ranee
Rae,
We used to have five cats. Two kittens from two different litters that we adopted from a co-worker. Then somebody dumped four kittens at Mailbox Row. Genius heard them when he got out for the mail. He was about 10. He really wanted a(nother) kitten... more on this in a full post.
Those cats were outdoor cats, and seemed to find a way to stay warm thought the winter. Farmer H had made a rectangular box with a lid that lifted up, and a round hole in the end. Big enough for cats and kittens, or a pup, but too small for our dogs to get their head in. Lined with cedar shavings, it was fine for the winter for a couple cats. Big enough to lie down, small enough to hold in their body heat.
Pupsie is still gone. It's sad, but also her own fault for roaming. She's not like Scarlett, who would sit on a porch and run jump in SilverRedO when Farmer H would find out and go rescue her. Pupsie cannot be captured. I'm pretty sure nobody would want to "steal" her for a pet.
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