It has been at least a month since the last time anyone saw Cartman. We started letting her go outside and she got to the point where she did not want to come inside for anything. Later it seemed she was not eating. We were going to take her to the vet, but could not find her. She has yet to turn up. It is speculated that she has crawled in somewhere and passed away.
Even though we were merely her caretakers, she will be sorely missed. She was a mean cat who hated everyone but me. I came into her life in these latter years, but she treated me like I had always been there. She was afraid of her own shadow, but in the last six months she was finally standing up for herself. (Our other cat, Tiny Bastard, would terrorize her for fun.)
However, the carpets are glad she is gone.