The death of No Cat

Let it not be said that I do not know my own failings. I predicted that one sad day we would once again lose The Boy's beloved No Cat, and alas, that day has arrived.

We did our best to stave off the inevitable. Like the night AnnaRay went searching for her in the 'hood with a flashlight after we foolishly allowed The Boy to bring her to a block party. A group of kids were safe guarding No Cat that night, but no one was watching out for her this time.

I found her outside the dog door. The hounds had torn a hole in her head and pulled out most of her stuffing. Little white beanies were everywhere. Oh, the humanity.

AnnaRay, upon hearing the news of No Cat's demise, immediately ordered three new ones online. We will not be caught again without a back-up. But I'm not sure we should give The Boy a replacement when they arrive this week. So far, we've been able to distract him when he asks for No Cat, (Look what Mommy has for you! A new Matchbox car!) so perhaps he will have forgotten her and we can move on, rather than reintroduce something so dear to him that we are clearly too inept to protect.