Delilah, one of the kittens that entered our lives back in May, is gone. The victim of a possible coyote or owl attack on Friday, August 29.
Just that morning, Samson and Delilah accompanied me to get the newspaper. They always scampered about and then dig their claws into the railroad ties that line our driveway and go off into the hillside.
I was in the kitchen reading the paper when I heard a cat scream. I knew something was very wrong. I went outside to look for the cats. I did not see them. I searched all around the house. Nothing
I said nothing to my wife about what I had heard in the kitchen during our commute to work.
All during the day my mind couldn't help but wonder if both cats were okay. Earlier in the week, my in-laws had both cats fixed.
Pam and I got home after work and my mother-in-law mentioned she had not seen Delilah all day. She saw Samson, but not Delilah. I told my mother-in-law what I had heard earlier in the day.
With rattlesnakes, bobcats, coyotes, and scorpions all around us there is no guarantee to the safety of pets. It is a part of life up here.
We will miss Delilah. A very playful and curious kitten. Always getting into things. Always playing with Samson.
Thursday, September 4, when I went to go get the morning paper, Samson was not at his favorite sleeping spot on the padded chair. He was nowhere to be found. This time I told Pam.
Again, we get home, and I do not see him. Then out of nowhere there he was. He plops down at my feet as if to say, "Here I am." I pick him up and take him to the kitchen window to show Pam. A look of relief overtook Pam's face, and Mom looked at me as if to say, "Yeah? So?" Mom tells me that she had been playing with Sampson earlier in the day.
Samson still stays outside. He still accompanies me to get the morning paper. He is a lot more outgoing just like his sister. Plays with his catnip toy. Still banging his head on the table. Wild and riled Samson is.
