She was a petite cream-color kitty with black facial markings and striking blue eyes.
I often noticed her seated in the upstairs window of the apartment building Rumpy and I passed by on our morning walks.
And then a week ago we spotted her outside. She was fearful of Rumpy, though he was across the street, and she ran. That’s not a good quality in an outdoor cat. The ferals all know to sit or stand still as we pass. Running from Rumpy causes the prey/predator instinct to kick in.
Later that evening I saw the cat in the street, and she stopped in fear of my headlamps.
After that night I never saw kitty stray from steps to her upstairs home.
So why was she suddenly being pushed outdoors, I wondered. Should I speak to the people? I watched to see if I could catch them outside. Then I saw the plants disappear from the balcony, and one, and then two cars leave.
They’re moving. Do they plan to abandon the cat?
And this is where I have to confess: I automatically thought the worst. I had sat as judge and jury on these strangers regarding a situation I knew nothing about.
And I did. Each time I saw the cat, I reminded myself I didn’t know the whole story, and that the vast majority of us (well over 80%) do NOT abandon our pets. I knew that if kitty was abandoned, I’d call animal control. Until then, it’s not my place to get involved.
On Monday the family moved the rest of their belongings. I have not seen kitty since.
I guess now the negative part of my nature could think they dumped her, or sold her on Craigslist or any number of crazy things I can come up with.
Or I could choose to believe that no matter what happens to the family, all will be as it is supposed to be, without my interference.