Our cat Rye is missing. It’s coyote mating season, so we have to connect certain dots. We try to provide as safe an environment possible for all our animals, but part of letting them have freedom is accepting a certain amount of risk.
I am hoping with all my might that he will wander back up, but as the days pass it seems less and less likely.
Ned Yost is still around and seems to have adapted fine to his missing brother, which astounds me. If something happens to him, we may have to reevaluate how we have cats on the farm.
Here’s hoping Ned Yost lives for twenty years and is just as grumpy then as he is now.