Bandit left the house one evening on August 12. She never returned. I was with my daughters in California on vacation. Ron had gone outside for something. It was dark by the sliding glass door. Bandit pounced outside as Ron opened the door to go back in. She's done that many times before. Although we don't want our kitties out after dark because of the danger from owls and coyotes, sometimes they get out and stay out all night. Ron thought: "She'll be back later, waiting by the glass door to be let back in." But she did not come back that night, or the next, or anytime. Ron checked the lots across the street and next door, but no Bandit. He left the porch light on and checked each evening, expecting her to be there like she always had before. No Bandit.
Precious was insufferable, she cried constantly, so lost without her sister
Ron was heart-broken, too. He had grown very found of these kitties, but Bandit especially was loved. Bandit, the alpha cat, smart and saavy, surely she was able to survive anything threatening in the neighborhood.
Now it is more than two months since Bandit has gone. The season is changing. Soon there will be freezing snow and bitter cold.
Amanda called me the other morning. She had a dream about Bandit. She visualized that Bandit had gone feral and was the protector of the vulnerable critters and other feral cats. She roamed the forest free and happy. She even wore a yellow Ninja bandana as she fought off coyotes and owls who tried to carry her and other critters off. I cried and smiled at the same time. "That sounds like Bandit," I thought.