The Circle of Life...

For some, seems to revolve a lot quicker than for others. Now, I'm not talking about the mortality of people here, I'm talking about the fact that we seem to live in the Turner Triangle of Cats.

Seriously. We have had six cats on our property since December, and of those six, we have one. And we just got her Wednesday. Cat number 1, Sam, disappeared while we were in Coeur D'Alene, ID. He was an excellent mouser. Cat number 2, Tiger, disappeared the day after LeGrand's baby shower. Cat number 3, Oreo, disappeared the day after we got him. Cat number 4, Princess Tiger Lily (not named by me, by the way), disappeared two weeks after Oreo. Cat number 5, Kitty Cat, got hit by a car yesterday, and is still lying in the driveway. Don't ask me why - I don't know.

Who hit her? I don't really know. I have a sneaky suspicion that she was up under my car and the car poifed her out when I got close to the end of the driveway. Either that, or she ran out into the road and was hit and then somehow ran back to the driveway. OR... I could just own up to the fact that I may have run over the cat. How? I don't know. All I know is that I looked out the window and saw this little kitty who had just lost her ninth life. There is no more.

Cat number 6 is currently (I hope) hiding under the porch where she has been since we got her. We have seen her in the past 24-hours, but I haven't ventured outside yet this morning to verify her continued existence. Perhaps we need a full grown cat instead of a kitten...

Margaret seems to think that our squished cat is lying down and taking a "map". It's the longest nap I've ever seen a cat take! And it beats her walking around the house saying, "Our tat dead. I want to play with our dead tat..." (ALSO heard around here when she finally saw that the "tat" wasn't moving...) We're NOT letting her play with it.

So why do I write about such a morbid topic? I'm searching for suggestions on keeping cats alive in the Turner Triangle. At first I thought it was the chicken (I mean... Kitty) hawks. Then I thought that perhaps there's a coyote who likes cats... Now, I'm beginning to think we're just plain cursed and doomed to have mice around for the remainder of our lives. We're praying that this new cat stays. And we're not naming her. I've noticed a pattern: name the cat, and the cat disappears. Seriously. We have NO IDEA where they're going. There's not been evidence of cat pancakes, they just one day are gone. Vanish. Into thin air. Gone. Good thing it's not the baby...