Less than a month ago, I wrote about our male Persian kitten’s penchant for roving.
An ironing woman, Michelle, comes in three times a week. When I opened the gate for her last Tuesday, the male Persian kitten, Salt, snuck under the gate. He was coming in, not going out. Michelle said she found him outside the gate.
Yesterday was even worse. When I opened the gate, Michelle was holding Salt. She said she saw a little boy a few meters from out gate holding Salt. She called to the boy to tell him that the kitten belonged to us.
For some reason, it is just Salt, the male Persian kitten, who seems to have a penchant for roving. His partner, Pepper, does not even show any interest in the outdoors save for our rear garden. But Salt is different. When someone opens the front door, he would sneak out and run to the garage. Most times, we had to catch him before the car could enter the garage so that he wouldn’t get run over.
We never got around to buying the pet collars. Now, the worst has happened. Salt has been missing for two nights and two days and everyone in the house is depressed. Our other cats, well, except Pepper, roamed too but they always came back. The problem is that Salt is a Persian kitten and anyone who knows about cats and kittens will realize that he can be sold for a couple of thousand pesos.
Speedy is having that poster printed in the office and we’re going to post several copies on the front gate.
We’re still hopeful. Alex, especially. Salt is her kitten, actually. For two days, the first thing she asked upon waking up was whether Salt had returned. It’s heart-wrenching to tell her that he’s still missing. She’s being brave about it but I know how terribly she must feel. I feel terrible. She must be feeling worse. It’s just one of those times when I feel so darned helpless.