I was adopted by a colony of ferals last spring and I get nervous when I don't see one of them for a couple of days. I couldn't imagine having one of the indoor cats disappear. I'm pretty sure I'd develop an obsessive behavior wondering what happened to it.
Yeah, it sucks. She went in and out of the house as she pleased, mostly out, just chilled on my front porch swing. Never got on neighbors cars or anything like that or I wouldn't have allowed her to remain outside.
I'm not really sure if I did/do have some type of obsessive behavior, or maybe just coping mechanisms. I always ask my girlfriend when she thinks Payton is coming home, even though I realize she isn't. I still have her cat treats in my pantry, just can't throw them away, guess I'm stupid.
It's weird, when I wrote the post you quoted, it was the first time I cried about Payton being gone. I guess it got to me telling stupid stories about her. I always kept hope that she'd be back. When she went missing, I did the pound thing, posted fliers, ect. My girlfriend guesses that someone driving down my street saw Payton, stopped, and scooped her up to take her home as a pet. Maybe that's what happened, I dunno, but I've always kept that in the back of my mind. Guess it's better than thinking she's dead.
Just sucks having her disappear like that. I had her for over 10 years, and if she is dead, I wish I could have buried her in my yard instead of wondering. I guess it's my fault ultimately for allowing her outside in the first place, but that's what she wanted, so I let her.
Anyways, I'm starting to sound like a weird-o. So cheers to everyone that have pets they love and take care of.
