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No cats this morning. And I didn't see the mother grey return last night. I don't think she has to go out on her rounds, but I suppose she feels too cooped up staying in the back yard all the time - too much of a wild thing. I fear the day she never makes it back, killed or hopelessly lost.
My morbid imagination sees her unwittingly walking up to a couple of large dogs lying quietly on the ground, and then getting ripped apart in a failed bid to escape, that desperate run and primal fear. Losing. The kittens left behind and needy.
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No cats this morning. And I didn't see the mother grey return last night. I don't think she has to go out on her rounds, but I suppose she feels too cooped up staying in the back yard all the time - too much of a wild thing. I fear the day she never makes it back, killed or hopelessly lost.
My morbid imagination sees her unwittingly walking up to a couple of large dogs lying quietly on the ground, and then getting ripped apart in a failed bid to escape, that desperate run and primal fear. Losing. The kittens left behind and needy.
