This morning the risk with outside cats became a reality for our household. As near as I can pinpoint it, an hour and a half ago, Nick was running across the street toward the house and got hit by a car. He was killed instantly.
At 9:40 this morning, Mr. L called to tell me he thought we lost Nick last night because there was a cat in the street in front of the house. Sure enough. It was Nick. Thankfully, he hadn’t been run over again yet, so I was able to gently load him into a plastic bag and carry him back to the house. He’s buried by the fence in front of the side yard pecan tree. This is one of the final photos the game camera captured of Nick and Daisy at about 8:45 this morning.
Zelda and Daisy both watched respectfully while I took care of Nick’s burial. I’m going to miss his inquisitiveness. I believe he would have become quite a snuggle cat. He wanted to be petted but didn’t quite know how to let himself enjoy it. Now he won’t get that chance. Here he was last night on the porch.
In September 2016, when he first saw us looking out the side door window at him. He ran but came back to see:
Also in September when he first braved eating Fancy Feast when I was nearby.
Nick was always watching out for Zelda and Daisy. The devotion of the three of them to each other was a joy to observe. We’re going to miss this sweetheart of a cat.