They are alive and well somewhere,
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait
at the end to arrest it,
And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. - Walt Whitman
Isis will no longer be joining us on this trip. The above picture was taken just minutes before we last saw her on Sunday as she enjoyed a few moments of sun on the picnic table while we packed the car.
Isis loved our last camping spot. The woods provided unending opportunities to hide and play. So it was no surprise, really, that she should hide about the time we were finished packing the car for the short drive into town where we had a motel room reserved. Still, when we started the car in hopes that would bring her out as it had before, she appeared a metre or two into the bed of ferns behind camp meowing at us. When I went to pick her up, she ran a few metres further in, clearly enjoying the chase I was foolishly willing to indulge in. It's impossible to beat a cat at such games, especially when scrambling over logs and trying to avoid hidden holes beneath a thick mat of greenery.
Giving up, I left to check us into our room and unload the car while Chris and Zeus stayed behind to see if she would come out again. She never did. We spoke with Vinnie, the camp host, and he agreed to keep an eye open for her. After returning again yesterday morning we spent a couple of more hours calling for her and beating the bushes, but to no avail. We left the cat carrier and some food with Vinnie, along with a number he can reach us if she should turn up. Vinnie has two cats of his own, so we know if she does appear, she'll be well taken care of until our return. All three of us miss her and were excited to see how well she seemed to be adapting to life on the road. Perhaps she adapted a bit too well. Regardless, she will be travelling in our hearts with us across Canada, so the name of the blog will not change, at least not for now. Farewell Isis.
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