It has only been (2) days, so I know it is still early, but I honestly can't stand to go home at this point. Everywhere I look, she should be. Every part of my daily routine revolved around her. I came home for lunch every day to feed her. She greeted me at the door every evening for more food. She didn't eat much when I'd put something down (mainly lick the gravy off, then want something different), but it was our routine.
Stories... Much like the rest of you good people, I could write books about this cat. I'd put Felix toe-to-toe with any cat though - she was the BEST cat there can ever be. Everything she did was so calculated - she NEVER wasted energy on anything. She moved with purpose, jumped with purpose. My wife and I have (3) other cats, and they are more of the "do, then think" type. Not Felix. She had everything figured out.
The feral cat we finally caught and brought in looks similar to Felix, which makes things a lot harder. We see Sophie in our peripheral vision and think Felix...
My wife has been Felix's mom since she was a 2-3 week old kitten. I came along 7 years ago (almost to the day). Felix was always shy around strangers, but the first day I met her she was curious. She took to me VERY quickly, and I wear that as a badge of honor. I would do anything for my cats, and it is killing me that I couldn't do anything to help her... She fought for so long in silence, and it all came crashing down in a single day. Life is so fragile, and love is so painful.
I'll try to post some pictures later today/tonight.