I'm very sad to report that it appears Kitty Boy Jones, the most amazing cat in the world, has been killed. I am assuming this because a week ago Monday, Jon heard a huge commotion in the evening...he said it sounded like a dog fight, then he could hear a cat. He went out to investigate, but he couldn't find any evidence of dogs or cat. We did another hard target search at daybreak, but again, no remains, no evidence of any kind. Knowing KBJ as I do, I suspect some dogs wandered too close to the house and he went after them. He had no fear of dogs or anything else. Bertie prefers to believe that a family was moving to California and spotted this gorgeous cat, fell in love, and packed him up. He is now sunning himself near a beach in Malibu, happy and enjoying his life. Malcolm is sure KBJ died like a heroic warrior's death...dying while protecting the homeland. Scenario number 3, which Mike puts forward is this: the people up the road who are probably running a meth lab let their pit bull out that evening and he killed my cat. They didn't want to attract attention so they buried him in the woods. Bummer. Wally and Fat are obviously in mourning. They won't eat, they won't come in the house. Wally just sits on the car where KBJ used to sit and gazes off into the distance, waiting for him to return. We're considering grief counseling. It's weird here without him. We've had him over 10 years, since before we moved here. He will be missed.
