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We had a scare this week at the house. My aunt's cat Sinatra, who is an outdoor cat (despite my attempts to convince my aunt to make her an indoor cat) disappeared (we think) Sunday evening. Monday morning rolled around and she didn't come in when I called her to come in and sleep. No problem, sometimes she doesn't come in at the 8 a.m. call. Well, 11 a.m. comes and still no Sinatra.
No worries, some days she's just being difficult and doesn't want to come in or even answer with a "meow."
4 p.m. rolls around and now I'm concerned. Sinatra ALWAYS comes in at 4 because she wants food, attention and water in that order. She's no where to be found or heard. I looked under the storage shed because she likes to snooze under there during the hottest part of the day. Nope she's not there.
My aunt comes home from a long day at work (8 p.m.) and I tell her Sinatra hasn't come home and she starts to worry.
Tuesday morning and STILL no Sinatra. My aunt and mom go to work and I stay at the house. I ask the neighbor across the street if he's seen Sinatra and he says not since Sunday. At this point I grab Cooper's leash and walk around the block calling her. She never goes very far, at the most three houses in either direction but still no sign of her.
My mom comes home, we eat dinner and 7 p.m. arrives. I go outside and move my mom's car to its usual spot. As I'm getting out of the car I hear a cat crying so naturally I call out to Sinatra and the crying gets louder and sounds familiar. It's coming from the next door neighbor's backyard, so I walk over to the rock wall and shout "Sinatra where are you?" and the familiar angry meow she does when no one is paying attention to her sounds out from the neighbor's work shed.
Hauling ass to the neighbor's front door I ring the doorbell and ask her if she can check her husband's work shed.
And out comes a very angry, very hungry Sinatra.
Needless to say Tuesday night was the first night she ate more than just the gravy on her food.