Have you ever looked a word for a really long time and just thought, that is not really a word? You KNOW it is a word, but the more you stare at it, or say it, the less you believe it is a real word. I just did that with the word bank.
So anyway, a few nights ago I heard a cat meowing in a backyard a few houses away from mine. It wasn’t just like “meow”, it was a howl meow like Mr. Meow Meow makes when it is the middle of the night and he wants me to play. He yowls, and then he brings his toy up to my room and puts it on me. I wake up to a toy on me every day. I love my cat.
But this other cat, I opened the porch window and I said “Kitty!” and the meow got closer. I kept saying “Kitty” and I saw a shadow (it was dark out) on the other side of the fence in my neighbor’s yard. Then the shadow/kitty came to the fence door (it’s not called a door, what is it? I mean, it’s a door, and it’s a fence, but I swear there’s another word for it), and he climbed the fence and came right up to the porch window. The wall part of the porch comes up to my waist, and then from there it is screen windows with a glass part that slides open. So I slid open the screen, bent over the wall part, and picked up the kitty and brought him in the porch. He was perfectly happy to come in, and he was very cute.
My neighborhood has a Facebook group, so I posted his picture, and soon enough his owners were found, but it was 1am and they were not answering their phone. I couldn’t keep the kitty (his name is Frosty) on my porch because he did not care for my cat (who was not on the porch, but was visible through the sliding porch door). I asked if anyone could take Frosty until his owners could get him, and a lovely fellow night owl down the street said she could. Her name is Bobbi. That is important for later. Frosty’s owners got him in the morning and all is well.
Then last night I was driving home around midnight and saw a tiny kitty. I stopped and the kitty came right up to me and got in my car, so I drove her home with me and walked out to say hi to my mom on the porch and said “I found another cat”. This kitty REALLY did not like Mr. Meow Meow, so we had to make all kinds of barricades so that we could go in and out of the porch without them sneaking. I posted this kitty in my neighborhood group, too, and at 6am someone said “That’s my kitty” and texted me. I was not awake at 6am but the text woke me up and he asked where I live so he can come get her. I told him, and I told my dad “Dude is coming for kitty” and then I went back to sleep. My dad said the guy was very nice, and said the kitty does not go outside, she stays inside, but sometimes he takes her for walks and she follows right along with him. So the guy took the kitty and walked her home and my dad watched them the whole way down the street, and the kitty followed right at his feet. It turns out this kitty that looks like a baby is 14 years old.
While I was posting about that kitty, someone else posted a picture of a kitty and said “Hey, this guy has been hanging around our house, anyone know him?” and, full circle, Bobbi, the fellow night owl who took Frosty for the night, said “That is my cat! He ran away in March!”. The people whose house Kismet is hanging out at (that’s his name, Kismet) said they have a dog who will eat Kismet, and can’t hang on to him. I said if they can catch him, I will house him until Bobbi gets back from vacation on Friday. Our first attempt to catch him failed, but now Kismet House People are prepared with cat nip, wet cat food and a carrier, so they are going to keep trying. My method of “scruff him and put him in a box” did not succeed.
They finally caught Kismet, and I brought him to work and everyone LOVED him. He loved everyone. He loved Hoenir, the dog.
Kismet had a happy reunion with his family, and his very own dog, Jack.
There you go. My cat adventures. It makes me nervous and causes me stress, but I am glad that so far each kitty has been returned home. It also makes Mr. Meow Meow nervous and causes him stress.