Angel isn't back yet and I'm still worried, but after yesterday's breakdown where I cried for a solid hour, I'm feeling more hopeful.
I'm still searching the grounds and neighbouring streets daily and there's no smell of decaying animal anywhere, no pitiful meows coming from hard to get into and out of places, no neighbours telling me they've seen an injured grey tabby.
So this is all good.
Last night's possible sighting by a neighbour who was coming home late had me outside in the frosty air for well over an hour with no result. Neighbour M thought she saw Angel near my front door, but when she approached the cat ran away. Which makes me think perhaps it wasn't Angel because he knows her quite well. On the other hand he has been badly frightened. Enough to make him run away and hide anyway.
This morning on my way out to do my usual Friday things, I put out a small dish of Angel's dry food and when I got home again, it was still there, but crawling with ants. So I tossed it onto the grass and I won't put any more out.
"no-one" (from "nothing by nobody" a defunct blog) suggested putting his favourite sleeping blanket on the porch, perhaps a familiar scent would help to bring him home if he is hanging around close enough. Well, Angel's favourite sleeping blanket is the giant quilt on my bed, so I folded it in such a manner that Angel's 'grease spot' (oils from his fur) is on top and draped it over the porch chair. Being from my bed, it will have my scent also and that has to help, right?
So tonight I've been outside every half hour, quietly and in the dark so as not to scare him if he is creeping home, but haven't seen him yet.
Today is day four. 😢
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