Zed's goneded. Last time I saw him was yesterday morning, he hasn't come home since and it's now almost half past six. No cat would stay away from food that long out of choice. He's goneded. Dun anybody try to tell me he could still come back, don't want to get my hopes up for something I know won't happen.
We don't seem to have very good luck with cats around here. First one was 14 when he died, but he just ruled. Since then we've owned three other cats, Zed was the oldest and he couldn't have been more than three or four absolute tops. We're surrounded on all sides of our property by dogs, most of them big, 'cept bloody Charlie the shitzu. Still bigger than Zed tho. And a month or so ago he got attacked and almost had his tail ripped off by one. 'Sprolly what happened I reckon, but he wasn't so lucky this time. Either that or a snake or spider bite, but most likely a dog.
*desperately wants to huggle the kitty*
I'm sick of losing cats, I really am. We won't be getting another one, too dangerous around here for cats.
I'm just going to sit and stare blankly at the pooter screen now *curls knees to chest*
edit = on the lighter side of life, got my ears peirced half an hour ago. W00t.