But Bitty disappeared into the woods.
I hope Bitty is okay. She was Amy's kitten, then went to Mama's for a while, but essentially we've had her for 15 years. She comes to the back door morning and evening for her bit of canned cat food. I stand here on the carport and yell, "Treat," for she always came for that word. If anyone hears me through these woods, they will think the new neighbor has lost her mind or that's a strange name for a dog. I console myself by thinking, God knows exactly where she is. I'm hopeful, but if she doesn't come back, she will have disappeared on a sunbeam.
Meanwhile, these two don't seem to be on great terms... They at least should "face off!"