The other kitties are being forced to stay indoors much more. They were out for only a few short hours yesterday. The whining and wheedling first thing in the morning was amazing to behold. They expect to be let out before we do anything else--before going to the bathroom, breakfast, coffee--preferably before we're awake enough to do anything except stumble to the sliding door and open it. They'll get used to it, eventually, I think.
The other thing I miss is seeing Carey on the driveway, watching Chase race the cars driving by. If it was a coyote, that's probably where he grabbed her. She never goes out of sight of the house except to go next door to our down-the-hill neighbors, where I suspect she has a kitty friend. Our neighbor takes in strays too. He was the first one we talked to when she went missing, to see if she might not be there.
Living in a rural area is wonderful, except ...
Of course, in town, there's the traffic issue, and stray dogs, and raccoons, and people using rat poison ...
The world isn't a safe place. I won't lock up all our animals 24/7 to keep them safer. Might as well keep our chickens in tiny cages and the goats locked up under artificial lights, etc. If I could go back and do things over, I wonder if it might not have been better to keep Carey an indoor cat. She's a long-haired kitty and they do better indoors full time anyway. But she loved to sit on the driveway, and sleep on the deck, and walk out to the barn and to the veggie garden while we did our chores. I wonder why she's the one that's missing, when the other kitties go so much farther afield and don't spend as much time close to us when we're out. Just one of those things, I guess.
Veronica, aka the Poop, sleeps where Carey used to sleep inside the house. She's been crying by the sliding door most of the night the past few nights. It's hard to say if she wants us to help her look for Carey, or just wants out.
There's a chance, of course, but hope is fading fast.
Carey with her best friend, Veronica