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Gone, Kitty, Gone

My wild kitty has disappeared, and I fear the worst..coyote snack, fox meal, succumbed to the numbing snows of winter.  I feel responsible for it; should have, could have...well, couldn't have, really, or I would have snatched him up, gotten him neutered and vaccinated, and given him a cozy warm home. But alas, I didn't have the scratch (har har).  Poor lil guy, my heart clenches when I think of his furry grey self.  Maybe someone else took him in. I hope so; it would make me happy to walk down the street and see his round face staring, unblinking and faintly baleful, from a window. Poor little volunteer kitty. I feel so mean. And all this emotion on an animal who wouldn't let me pat him!