Many things make me fret about our boys, but after seven years, very little scares me. Oscar did scare me a little as the Saturday passed after his poor vet visit.
Billy didn't show up when I got home tonight. This gave me a scare immediately. Hearing a soft sad mew as I started looking round for him didn't help, as Billy doesn't merely helplessly mew, ever. I started opening downstairs doors, and then headed upstairs to check closets. I felt better as soon as I hit the landing -- I could see the master bedroom door, and it had blown shut. Upon my opening it, a safe and relieved Billy trotted out.
I am reminded just how much our kittens depend on us to keep the Kitten Farm safe for them.