I got home last night and Charlie wasn't in the house. I'd left a window open just so she could move in and out if she felt brave enough to and assumed that she'd gone and gone forever. I assumed wrong.
I found her on the balcony, cowering behind my compost bucket, scared and bloody. Something had happened to her, what? I don't know. I fed her. She slept until about 3am today.
Around 4:30am, she started to act a little crazy, mewing and mewing and driving me crazy. She'd eaten everything I had that was edible to a beast such as she. She wouldn't stop with the vocal practise.
At 5am, I took her downstairs, outside... and left her there.
She wailed a little. And then nothing. I died a little inside but I'm fine. I hope she is too. That or dead. Fine or a ghost.
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