My indoor cat escaped out the back door when I was going to water some flowers today. Apparently he was waiting around a corner, and as soon as he heard the door creak he ran between my legs faster than I could comprehend the situation. I calmly walked into the yard to see if I could carry him back in.. or at the very least herd him back in. The yard is surrounded by old, tall wooden planks that were too tall for him to jump, so at the moment I wasn't TOO concerned. But out of the corner of my eye I saw something crawl under part of the fence. It was a feral cat that had occasionally sunbathed in my yard. I had no idea how it was getting in, but now I knew. Of course my own cat saw this and ran as quickly as he could to the hole under the fence. Before I could blink, all I could see was his tail and hind legs, he was gone. I was barefoot at the time but it didn't matter, I ran to the fence and climbed over. Landed in a bunch of branchy underbrush. Saw my cat in a small clearing about 20 feet away, he was close to the cemetery field behind the neighborhood. I walked as calmly as I could towards him calling him name, but he was too frightened. When I tried to pick him up he attacked me as if his life depended on it, and then ran into the field. He didn't stop, just kept going. I walked back to my yard with bleeding arms and bleeding feet. I'm going to put up posters around town tonight but I don't expect to ever find him again, dead or alive. I live in an area with plenty of wild animals and woods.
I hate my life.