Monday, last,Labor Day we get home from our four days on the John Muir Trail and all is well with the Mountain Shack and our assortment of animals.
When we leave we have a great local teen, (There is not much better than a mountain kid.) who takes care of the livestock while we are gone.
My dog , Madaline, is a getting a little long in the tooth and I worry about her when we leave.
Having lost various cats over the years I worry about our kitties also, but the current crop have hung around a long time so I was surprised when on Tuesday morning said tomcat 'Jack' did not appear for breakfast. He was there when we got home but did not show for the morning meal and that's just not Jack. After a couple of days all hope is lost and Miss Mari is heartbroken.
This cat was the successor to the 'Great Spot', our Manx kitty, the king of all cats who we lost to tainted Chinese cat food. Not that we fed him, but what a good intentioned neighbor put out for him.
We got both Jack and Spot at the same apx. age , when they would both fit inside a coffee cup and Mari became Mom to both of them.
Yesterday as we get ready to go to the sailboat for the last day of boating when who comes strolling up the driveway but tomcat Jack. He endures the tears and enthusiastic homecoming and promptly demands food. Now I have no idea where this cat was for six days but he seems no worse for wear and suffice it to say that all is well again at the Mountain Shack.
When we leave we have a great local teen, (There is not much better than a mountain kid.) who takes care of the livestock while we are gone.
My dog , Madaline, is a getting a little long in the tooth and I worry about her when we leave.
Having lost various cats over the years I worry about our kitties also, but the current crop have hung around a long time so I was surprised when on Tuesday morning said tomcat 'Jack' did not appear for breakfast. He was there when we got home but did not show for the morning meal and that's just not Jack. After a couple of days all hope is lost and Miss Mari is heartbroken.
This cat was the successor to the 'Great Spot', our Manx kitty, the king of all cats who we lost to tainted Chinese cat food. Not that we fed him, but what a good intentioned neighbor put out for him.
We got both Jack and Spot at the same apx. age , when they would both fit inside a coffee cup and Mari became Mom to both of them.
Yesterday as we get ready to go to the sailboat for the last day of boating when who comes strolling up the driveway but tomcat Jack. He endures the tears and enthusiastic homecoming and promptly demands food. Now I have no idea where this cat was for six days but he seems no worse for wear and suffice it to say that all is well again at the Mountain Shack.
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