Life where we live

One summer morning during the heatwave Soba disappeared from the house. He ran away through the bedroom window which I left opened only a crack. It was so hot and my attic bedroom felt like an oven. I checked the height from the window to the ground down below I made a calculation that no way a 4 month old cat can jump out of it. Besides, I thought Soba wouldn't leave me. We went for a long walk earlier in the evening - watching sunset and he was very content.  I saw him sitting by the window looking out - enjoying the fresh night air. Early in the morning he came and laid next to my face. I fondled him and went back to sleep. When I woke up he was gone. I called him but no tinkling sound of the bell, no footsteps, it was dead quiet. I was upset and I cried - my baby was gone.                         😼🙀😟 The grieve of losing Snoopy hadn't even faded away and now Soba was gone too.  I was very upset. I ran out of th...