My biggest and, honestly, anticipated fear may be playing out. Carys has disappeared [View all]

Note to any new readers of my posts, I brought Carys in as a 5 month old feral kitten. She never really settled in to life as an indoor fur baby; Although there were moments when she could be so sweet and loveable but those were few and far between. I couldn't pick her up and could only pet her when she decided I could and if I pushed the line, her reactions could be dangerously fierce. It's been like having a grey ghost living in the house.

I saw her yesterday morning. She ate but I think she might have been the one who threw up. She came in to the den, spent a few minutes out in the open but then did her usual dash to beneath the chair. I slid her flea pill mixed in a Churu beneath the chair and she licked the plate clean.

Merlin and I fell asleep, some time after 1pm. When we woke up I checked and no Carys beneath the chair. Well, the guest room is open so maybe she was there. When she didn't show up for dinner or treats I started searching. Not a sign. Not in the closet, under the bed, behind the chest - not a sign. Earlier yesterday I was looking behind and under the furniture in the den and living room. This morning I did a deep search in the guest room and hallway bathroom but have yet to find where she is. I even opened closets that have been closed.

Today I'll be pulling all of the furniture, in the den, to the center of the room and picking up ANYTHING that's on the floor.

I'm both anxious to find her, but dreading it at the same time.

Honestly, it's like she disappeared. I'm emotionally prepared for finding she's crossed the Rainbow Bridge but really want to take care of her, now, even if she didn't let me do that very often, before.