Cleo’s disapearance
After twelve year’s of living out-of-doors, I fear that something has happened to our sweet Manx-cross Cleo. It has been over a week since I have seen him. The land where he chose to live (under a deserted barn) has been sold, trees cut down, building demolished. I keep looking for him, but in vain. I hope I am wrong, but he has survived the odds before and shown up. I heard a cat fight the other night, it sounded horrible. By the time I got dressed and got outside the cats had retreated under our house and even seeing which cats they were became impossible.
Be well old friend, you will be missed-