For me there used to be a neighbourhood cat that constantly wanders around my grandma’s house. I called him “Savage” because of his nature and my siblings plays around him every time he comes by (this is 7 years ago).He is the first cat I played with and named. He did caused a lot of problem since he’s a wild cat.
But after a month since we first met, he stopped coming. I never saw him since.
This happened to me to, there was always a black cat in my garden since 2013, he would always stay at the trash can, but years have passed and I never seen him, but just a few weeks ago I saw him at my garden!
I had a cat we called scamper because she would always scamper around. My Bulldog (who’s since gone back home to Jesus) was barking at something outside. When dad opened the door a little cat scampered in. I was eating chicken nuggets and watching turbo when dad told us about it.
Now this is where stuff gets weird. After returning from a vacation we found her missing. We knew she had some loyalty as she came with us to and back from a construction site about 500 feet away from the home. The only clue we had was a half eaten turkey sandwich in a brand of plastic bag my mom never bought. It had scratches, presumably from scamper. We never saw her again
We have since moved away from that town, and now have a tough as nails but sweet cat. A good intentions sweetheart of a Labrador has since token the reins of house dog lost when god called home our bulldog. But every now and then I wonder: was my cat “cat-napped”? It was obvious that a stranger did break onto the porch and left a sandwich. But who? I had always thought the neighbors, 2 good hearted teenage boys, had a hand, as they got a cat that looked like scamper a couple days after the crime. But wouldn’t she recognize me? She didn’t and she wasn’t in any distress. I may never know..
I apologize the two stories brought the experience up to my brain