I don’t know where Lilly goes.

She’s on the porch every morning for her food, but where she goes at night is a mystery.

She’s pretty old at this point, and she’s survived outside all these years, so she must be doing something right.

She’s a survivor.

All these coyotes, other “bad” cats, bears….she survives it all.

We worry about the puppy getting out and roaming around the yard, but Lilly goes wherever she wants to go.

I don’t think I’ll GPS her, though.

Let the mystery be.