The Next

There is another animal drama. This time at home. So, I'm still not able to write my next intended posts.
And I'm also wondering what is going on this year.
Because first it was the news about the dead of my favorite cat in Belgium. Then came the news about our friend, the neighbor's ostrich (If you are still wondering how I can be attached to a bird that is not even mine, but is kind and communicative, then I will remind you that in the place where we live, people are for the most part hostile and evil.)

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And now it's our female cat. One of "our" four garden cats.
She has been missing for 4 days.

Oh, I want us to keep deluding ourselves that she's coming back. My boyfriend even said that someone might have stolen her because she is a beautiful cat (every parent thinks their children are beautiful, right?) But that's not the case. I know it's not. No one steals cats in a village where there is already a problem with the street cat population because no one castrates them. Just as no one would ever know that our cat was neutered (if he wanted to steal it) - no one here has reached the heights of this consciousness.

When we talked about the death of my cat in Belgium with the person who took care of her, he said: this (about 8 years) is a pretty good life expectancy for a free-ranging cat. And this is really so, because in Bulgaria, or at least in the place where I live now, this age is unattainable, unthinkable.

This is the third generation of cats and the third litter we have cared for since we lived here. This makes 13 cats that "have passed through our hands" for these four years. Of those 13, only 3 are now left.
We managed to give 2 to acquaintances, when they were kittens. The other 8 just disappeared. We found 2 of them dead after a while. We never saw the other 6. They just disappeared, vanished into thin air. In a small village with only one main street that crosses it in the middle.

I know we never wanted to have these cats. And I've already told you why. Why I personally don't want to have more pets.
But we were forced to take care of them by their real owner. And believe me, it took us a long time to convince him that female cats needed to be neutered to stop this endless reproduction.

Nevertheless, we have always taken good care of them. And it hurt a lot every time one just disappeared.

Two years ago, all summer, we took care of my favorite cat, who was first shot in the leg with an air rifle, then burned his mouth because he ate something with caustic soda (or it was vice versa). Then he just disappeared. And... I don't know if I managed to overcome his loss. But now I will have to try to overcome another loss.

So, the lifespan of cats here is not long at all. It is as if no cat has reached 2 years of age.

And I wonder what will happen to the other cats.

Our Blacky is already depressed. Have you seen a depressed cat?

Now he lies all day. Either in the place where his sister lay, or in the most incredible places around - places where he has never lay. He either knows what happened to his sister, or he just misses her, because otherwise the two of them were inseparable in their antics and games.

Thank you for your time! Copyright:	@soulsdetour
	Soul's Detour is a project started by me years ago when I had a blog about historical and not so popular tourist destinations in Eastern Belgium, West Germany and Luxembourg. Nowadays, this blog no longer exists, but I'm still here - passionate about architecture, art and mysteries and eager to share my discoveries and point of view with you.

Personally, I am a sensitive soul with a strong sense of justice.
Traveling and photography are my greatest passions.
Sounds trivial to you?
No, it's not trivial. Because I still love to travel to not so famous destinations.🗺️
Of course, the current situation does not allow me to do this, but I still find a way to satisfy my hunger for knowledge, new places, beauty and art.
Sometimes you can find the most amazing things even in the backyard of your house.😊🧐🧭|