Turns out that the cat who is eating on Betty’s patio isn’t the one I adopted out. Although they could be brothers. But this cat has grey around his neck, and McKenny has a white ruff.

I talked to another cat rescuer last night, Cimeron saves cats near San Francisco and she made some good points. A lot of time is going to go into finding him (and it is a bit like looking for a needle in a haystack) and that time can be better spent helping the cats here, writing or helping Mike.

I think what drives me is guilt. I generally do home checks when I place a cat, but this woman had adopted from me before and I didn’t check out the situation like I should have.

Looks like I just need to let this go and hope that McKenny has found a safe place to sleep and good places to eat. The upswing is, all these rural folks, they all feed cats and they all like cats. So if he does or he has come to harm, I am sure it is not from humans but other factors.

It is raining this morning and the kittens are full of spit and vinegar. I brought down some interactive toys from the attic to amuse them in the hopes that the kitty fights will cease. They are just learning their role in the world and the older cats are showing them when things get to rough for the elders amusement.