Blogging Ottinger (tim)The Cat Came Back
Shortly after the move, our orange tabby (named “buzz” for Buzz Lightyear — my youngest named him) fell victim to his curiosity and that dreaded “sneaky gene” that makes cats do stupid things just to see if they can get away with it. He dashed out the door to freedom and was gone. We did our due diligence in searching the neighborhood, looking for a local humane society, etc. We thought he was a goner.
On the fourth day, he suddenly appears at the back door, no longer a casualty of the move. Oh, he’s been cold and hungry, but seems to be perfectly intact. I’m surprised he found his way back — he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed.
I’m again the owner of both a small dog and a decent-sized cat, and must again get used to closing the pantry door, quickly storing or discarding leftovers, and all of the other cat-management maneuvers common to cat owners. The youngest boy is happy, and the little dog is thrilled — both have resumed playing with the cat. Oh, and the cat seems happy with the warm place to sleep and consistent meals, not to mention affectionate attention.
