Last night after eating his dinner Manny was drinking from the kitchen sink. I can't recall seeing him since then until this morning. He usually scratches on the window glass to be let in several times in the middle of the night. Meg is away for her daughter's graduation in Wilmington.
Anyway a friend was here this morning hunting deer. He called me on his way out that a white cat was dead on the main road near our road. I'd asked him earlier if he'd seen Manny this morning and he had not. The main road is at least a quarter mile away and Manny rarely left the woods here. So I just finished burying him.