I promise that I won’t become one of those people and torture everybody with endless cat updates but this morning Klara left the garage door open, the cat escaped, and I spent my morning running around the neighborhood, yelling pitifully, “Misty! Misty! Where are you?”
Misty came back with a guilty look on her face but not covered in blood or guts of murdered birds, so I’m hopeful she didn’t get into too much mischief.
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“not covered in blood or guts of murdered birds”
We had German shepherds when I was a kid (four or five of them at different times). One female, with a slightly more…. wolfish look than is usual for the breed (and named Misty) would disappear (presumably into nearby woods) occasionally for a day or two.
Once she came back with more than a few drops of blood on her face and we washed and couldn’t find any cuts. Then a few years later she disappeared…. and never returned.
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