The cat came back
Posted on | June 18, 2008 | 5 Comments
Bump, bump bump. It has been a slightly turbulent around here of late, but though related this bump ends happily and therefore warrants sharing I think!
A woman who meant the world to me had a cat. A not-too-bright, but very sweet cat, who was mightily attached to her and she to it. When she was gone, I didn’t really think of the cat as any sort of connection to or manifestation of her, but boy did I cry when we thought he was gone. I got the call from the cat’s other person, one that is incapable of dramatizing – Cat’s gone, looks like a tussle on the lawn, not expecting him to come back.
And then yesterday, days later, the cat strolls on back into the house like nothing ever happened. Curls right up on the bed happy as a clam and goes to sleep. After putting D through all that, and us too. I could kill him, if I weren’t so happy that he’s ok. Little shit.
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Now playing: The Wood’s Tea Co. – The Cat Came Back
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June 18th, 2008 @ 7:40 pm
That’s great, Mel. That must have been a very nice surprise indeed.
June 19th, 2008 @ 8:48 am
What a cute looking cat! It’s strange the attachments we make sometimes, not even realising we’ve made them until they disappear.
June 19th, 2008 @ 9:32 am
I’m glad the kitty is back. it is amazing sometimes how animals seem so intuned with us and then at other times so oblivious to certain feelings.
June 19th, 2008 @ 11:35 am
Whew! Mack will go missing and while I know he’s down the street raiding the neighbor’s cat’s food bowl, there’s always that little voice in my head that worries that something’s happened to him, so I know your relief!
August 1st, 2008 @ 3:38 pm
It’s at moments like this that I just hate the inter-species language barrier. We could strike a deal with wayward kitties, say–leave scratch an X in the flower bed before you wander if you’ll be gone a while but plan to return. That way we’d know when to immediately go into panic mode. My Sparky didn’t come home last night, but I’ve learned not to worry with him unless he’s still missing the next morning.