We last saw Max on Sunday, July 29. I had a bad feeling that whole week – his water hadn’t been touched and he hadn’t been by, which is very unusual for him. We have pretty much been unable to open a window or have a conversation in our pantry without hearing, “Mrrow?” and having him appear. The railing to our deck comes right up outside the window in our pantry, and more than a few times he’s startled us by suddenly appearing in the window:
|What’s going on, guys?|
Even when the window’s been shut, if he could hear us moving around in there, we’d hear him calling for us. And if we were outside, unless we were mowing, he was right over to see what was up and keep us company.
|I love hard work, I could watch it all day|
|The only time I’ve ever sat in the hammock, he came by for quality control|
I insisted that J email our next door neighbor about him on Saturday, August 4. We got an answer within an hour – he hadn’t checked in at home with our neighbor since Monday morning, and Max was as regular as clockwork at checking in with our neighbor. Max has never not shown up every day since he came to live with A. Our neighbor suspects something – a fisher cat or a fox – got him. There is so much undeveloped land around us – 450 acres of conservation land abuts our property, and much of it is wooded – it provides good habitat for predators. Our neighbor’s other cat, Lily, has been crying and looking for Max – she even came up onto our deck last Sunday, looking for him. We were on the sunporch, and she crept around, looking, and sniffed at the water dish we always leave out for him.
I cannot even tell you how much time Max spent at our house. It was like he was our cat, without any of the vet bills. There wasn’t anyone who met him who didn’t think he was fantastic. We were no exception. We will miss him.