Emmie, the new barn cat, is still in hiding. For a little while, she’d occasionally “Meow” and if someone sat on the concrete floor and waited patiently, she’d come out for a little head-scratch. I’m stubborn and don’t like having to beg for an audience. I think she senses that because she doesn’t come out for me.
I can’t figure out where she is living, either. I see no shining eyes in the dark recesses under the shelves anymore. For a few days, there was no food being eaten or movement in the litter box. I’d just about decided she had left for a better family, but I left the garage door up a few inches at night just in case. Yesterday I found some food eaten and dents in the litter. Today, a little more of each.
How am I going to know if my tenant is home, much less if she is doing her job on the mouse population? For all I know, the cat eating our food is not even Emmie. I guess I am a bit impatient and am not adapting to the cat world so well. I still crave positive feedback from my pets. I wonder if I should get her a companion? I am at a loss, here.