So sorry about Caldecat.  Your write-up on her was very sweet.   I hope your
heart heals soon.

On Jun 10, 11:25 pm, "The Bicycling Guitarist"
<C...@TheBicyclingGuitarist.net> wrote:

No matter how hard we try, there will always be tragic accidents that
happen
and people who have to live with the consequences.
No need to be too hard on yourself...the coulda, woulda, shoulda stuff
can
not always be envisioned. We can only do our best with what we know,
and that must be sufficent, no matter how insufficent it may turn out
to be.

Caldecat was content to be with you, and that's what matters most.
If it weren't for you, Caldecat may have never known what it was
to be content.

Given the choice, I'd rather live a day in contentment, than a
lifetime in dispair.

You are young...one day, another kitty will come into your life by
chance,
and your experience will make it all the better then, knowing the new
kitty
needs your new experience just as much, if not more so.

On Jun 10, 8:25 pm, "The Bicycling Guitarist"
<C...@TheBicyclingGuitarist.net> wrote:

I hope to write a tribute song to her soon.

I had wondered why or how she fell into the neglected swimming pool.
It had about five feet of stagnant water covered with green scum, and
the pool had slippery fiberglass sides. Once she fell in, she never
had a chance of getting out.

I was afraid she had been chased there by a predator (we were on a
river front property, and there are foxes and even cougars in the
neighborhood). However, last night a local woman quite familiar with
cats (she has thirty on her river front property), told me that
Caldecat was probably hunting bats as they skimmed over the swimming
pool. So probably she wasn't being hunted; she was HUNTING.

If so, then Caldecat died doing one of the things she loved doing. I
used to tell my daughter if Caldecat wasn't around when my daughter
wanted to see her, that Caldecat was off doing "cat things" or "being
a kitty."

-- The Bicycling Guitarist