out from under the dresser. He was never a lap cat but would sleep at the foot of mom's bed (mom wasn't a touchie feelie cat mom so Angus knew he would be left alone). Angus would follow us from room to room but that was as close as he would get. Except at the cottage. He loved being outside and would dissappear into the woods for 2 or three days. He'd come back to us so happy and comfortable. He wanted to be patted. He enjoyed his food. And then he would go back into the woods that night again and be gone for a few days again. I've never seen him so happy in his own skin. We did this for two summers, I went up at the cottage every second or third weekday for dinner. After I'd been there for an hour he would appear in the flower garden curled up and relaxed. A little meow to say hi. Happiness and dry catfood to refill up his bowl. We could touch him. He seemed to be happy to see us. Then back to the woods he would go that night. Then one time he never came back. I can speculate in one way or another about what happened. I went up every day for a week. We never saw him again. I was glad he had those 2 summers of carefree wildcat life. I never let another cat outside at the cottage again. We tried to give him his best life given his barncat history and lack of desire to be touched.
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