Gracie (aka Gray Kitty) never showed up yesterday evening, nor this morning, so I had to cancel her appointment with the vet and just worry about her. I didn't see her Sunday evening, either, but it's not like I was watching the door constantly, so I just assumed I missed her. I don't think she came around to eat during the night because there was still plenty of food in the bowl this morning. I sure hope that means she found a home with someone (and I hope they spay her soon). Of course, she may still show up; just have to wait and see.
Minnie was upset when I got home from work yesterday; the very fluffy black & white cat who's been turning up in the yard was lying in a heap at the far corner of the yard, long gone. It had a terrible wound to its rear end (hence the lack of gender identification here). I couldn't tell whether it had been attacked by a dog or landed wrong on those dadgum pointy fence pickets. Poor kitty.... I started to dig a grave near Fluffy's, but ran into a ton of tree roots, so let's say B&W Kitty is being laid to rest compliments of the city. I hated to do it, but I had to cat-proof the front room of my house for Gracie and I was running out of time. (Turns out I didn't have to cat-proof, after all, but I didn't know that at the time.)
The collar I saw B&W Kitty wearing turned out to be just a flea collar, no ID. Probably another cat-friendly person caught the kitty long enough to slip it on.