Many years ago we adopted a cat from the local shelter. They got him as a stray, and named him Little Romeo because he was very affectionate, but we quickly shortened it to Romeo. Over the years he answered to many names since I have a habit of coming up with alternative names for the people and pets I'm attached to. Regardless, he was the best cat ever! We only paid $25 to adopt him because he was all black, but he became priceless to us.
Initially we lived outside a park in the city. We tried to keep him indoors when we first got him, but he was having none of that - he had to go outside. After much struggling with it, we let him have his way. He stayed close to the house and the park and would approach anyone in the park, so we got many calls of, 'We have your cat'. We finally put a note on his tags saying, 'If you find him around the park, he is home and will be fine.' He was pretty famous there - all the kids loved him.
Then we moved to a larger place in the county. So we had the same challenge again: try and keep him inside, or let him out. The city had few predators and he was never in the road, so he was relatively safe. That was not the case at our new place. We were surrounded by eagles, owls, hawks, and mostly...coyotes. So we tried to keep him inside again, and again we were unsuccessful.
He absolutely loved this place. He had acres to roam. Since we keep ducks, he was very useful as a mouser. Most days you'd see him patrolling his property along the split rail fence or basking in the sun on the gravel.
Still, we knew we were playing with fire.
A few months ago it seems like the inevitable happened. We don't know for sure what happened, because we never found any trace of him, but he just didn't come home one evening. Or the next, or the next. I guess there's still a very slim chance that he's alive, but that's very unlikely.
So, this is an ode to Romeo, aka Cat, cat-pong, Rome-rome, stinky cat, and many other names....but who will always be the best cat in the world.