Our last cat, Bonnie, deceased now for many a year, would do her nut if we didn`t let her out at night. She`d venture out in the daytime for short periods, then about 11pm, she`d be at the door, waiting to go out, then she`d be on the doorstep in the morning, waiting to come in for breakfast. Till one fateful morning, when she was almost 16, she wasn`t there. We searched all over, no sign, then my ex son-in-law, who worked at the factory next door, came to see if Bonnie was here, because he`d found a dead cat in the factory yard and thought it was her. Sadly, it was, she must have collapsed and died on her last hunting trip.
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