McKinley has been inside for about two months now. I have had to break up so many fights, and watch this beautiful Maine Coon mix pace….pace…pace..much like a lion in a small cage. The pacing has been endless and he has dropped weight as well. Last night, he started moaning by the window. It was such a sad song for him and I knew he wanted his freedom. Ever since that horrible day when he returned from his first “adoption” he has been so different. I can’t prove it, but I suspect the women who sucked me in wanted him for pit bull bait.
So, I gave him a giant hug and opened up the window. The first thing he did was turn about and brush my cheek, then he leaped to the ground and went over to the feral feeder to eat. After he was satisfied he vanished into the tall grasses.
I do not know where he goes, only that he stays away for days and days and comes back with cockle burrs in his coat, sometimes he is wet like he had to wade through the creek and he is always dirty.
But it is his wish to be outside, to be free whatever that freedom is going to cost him. I send him out with prayer and hope to see him again. I don’t know what he endured the time he was “adopted” out, but I suspect for him it was hell. I know it was for me.
Here is what I am talking about: