I’m Pretty Sure My Cat Is Gone…

Bad Cat Mom

On top of all the craziness in my life, my Bengal cat, Savannah, is gone. I let her out early one Sunday morning without her collar. It had fallen off and needed to be put back on. She was annoying me with that loud meow she does so well, and I sleepily shooed her out the door without it. She’s been gone for three weeks, and it’s pretty much because I’m an inadequate cat mom. It’s all my fault.

After a couple days (I generally don’t go into “Holy shit my cat is missing” mode for a couple days, because cats are like inconsiderate teenagers who don’t call mom before heading to a friend’s house or being later than curfew.) I made lovely signs and posted them all over my neighborhood, and Nick inserted them in mail boxes. I made lost pet reports and searched the neighborhood and house many times. Nick called the animal shelter. A Bengal had been turned in, but it was brought to the shelter by its owners in Kennesaw. WHO JUST GIVES THEIR PET TO THE SHELTER?!?! Worse cat parents then me I guess.

It was a long shot, but I went to see if it was our cat. The animal shelter is a sad place. I feel bad for all the homeless kitties, so I played with every cat in the viewing rooms. I did not find the Bengal, so I was directed to “all the other cats.” I said “There’s more?!” Outside, in an outdoor storage area, were at least fifty more cats in cages. I felt so helpless, because what I thought was a good deed to every cat there was just for a fraction of them. The Bengal was in the clinic and wasn’t mine. Not even close to Savannah Montana. I then turned into the E-harmony Cat Lady and cried the whole way home:

I decided to write a half serious half silly haiku about the comparison:

small shelter cages
filled with cats fill me with woe
can’t hug every cat 

I attempted to go into the “woods” near my house, as it turns out is an impenetrable fortress between a chain length fence and the huge interstate wall. I tried to enter through a creek around the corner from my street, only to find disgruntled old people giving me the stank eye and a big, scary copperhead. Nope. There is no way Savannah got into those woods. She was probably stolen, taken-in as a stray or is dead, and since I feel responsible, I keep having dreams about her, and I keep having the song Mona by James Taylor in my head.

I decided to force myself to write a villanelle, to reflect on my feelings and mourn for Savannah. I’m starting to lose hope.

I don’t know what to do,
my cat is lost both here and now,
Savannah Cat, I miss you.

I searched the shelter’s kitten queues,
hoping I would find her somehow,
I don’t know what to do.

That Bengal’s coat made people coo,
with leopard spots from tail to jowl,
Savannah Cat, I miss you.

I hope wherever she’s gone to,
is safe, with much love and cat chow,
I don’t know what to do.

When I wake to silence, I feel blue.
I avow I now miss her yowling meow,
Savannah Cat, I miss you.

I want to go back, undo the last time I let you,
out, but I can only pray nothing’s gone afoul.
I don’t know what to do.
Savannah Cat, I miss you. 

 

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4 Responses to I’m Pretty Sure My Cat Is Gone…

  1. Char says:

    Preny, my heart breaks for you as I read this. I, too, would be so sad if one of my boogies left home and never returned. You are a great boogie mom, so don’t beat yourself up about this. I love you and am just a phone call away if you ever want to talk.

    • purrrentice says:

      Thanks, Char. You’re right. I shouldn’t beat myself up over it, and who knows? Maybe she will turn-up. I just hope wherever she ended-up is safe and not scary and filled with lots of love and kitty kibble, because that awesome cat deserves the best.

  2. Blondie says:

    Ugh this entry made the waterworks happen. Poor kitten! I hope she’s just having a splendiforous exploration, and will return shortly to much scolding and hugs. 🙂

  3. purrrentice says:

    Yeah. Sorry about emo Prentice. Lol. I just needed to get that all out in the open. I hope she is happy wherever she is, and I really hope she makes it home. Though, on nights like last night, with heavy winds and rain, I sorta hope she is in somebody’s house, even if that means the likelihood of me getting her back is slim.

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