President's Day was the last time we saw Tiger. Being a tomcat, I think we were secretly holding out that Tiger was out prowling the ladies in the neighborhood. More likely the big golden eagle I saw sitting so fat on the telephone pole a couple days after we last saw Tiger is to blame for his disappearing act than a cat in heat. Or the owls that live behind the horse barn, whose huge nest I discovered in a dead cedar tree a few days after the disappearance. I'm sure he put up a fight.
Crusty is even more crusty without his brother. The loss of Tiger could end in the demise of one of us, as Crusty is perpetually under foot when we're outside. Sadly, Tiger seemed to be the brave alpha cat (is there such a thing?), but maybe Crusty will emerge from his shadow and become a hunter after all.
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