Yes, I know...I'm really sad and trying not to think about it......A part of me still wants to think she's not gone. One of the main reasons why I came home was to be with her....Now I wish I would have came home one day sooner or taken her with me...Anyways...still pretending this is not happening............
Where was the cat? Was someone watching it?
Yeah, my parents were babysitting.......
It might come back. Keep your fingers crossed.
mmm.....5 days....for Pigsy is a long time....besides, she's not nature smart.....she's a house cat....I will always hope she comes back, but something in my heart says she won't.
I've lost my share of cats over the years. You get over it. There's more than one Pigsy in the vast feline ocean.
Look on the bright side. Maybe she found some cool dude cat and is shacking up with him. She's probably already been impregnated and is growing heavy as we speak with a whole shitload of little pigsies.
She'll raise them to be fine young cats and someday one of her progeny will become lost in a storm and make its way to your front door.
You'll hear the scratching, open the door, and stare at this wet cat staring at you from the rain. Then you'll notice the cat has pigsy's eyes. You'll scream for joy, the cat will leap into your arms and start licking your face, and the two of you will dance joyously throughout the night.
Of course..... that might be a reach.
HEHE...thanks for the laugh gus...as usual.....you're the bestest!!
That is so sad. Sometimes they do come back, though.
Maxwell was a black and white cat and smart as a whip. He knew just how loudly to caterwaul, loud enough to get us to let him in, not so loud as to get a "Cut that out!" and a doorslam. He was responsible too, always lining up the mice he caught in a nice straight line on the back porch so we poor canned food providers could take our pick. er.. . oh, and there's a nice salamander too. Very nice.
He disappeared one time and was gone for three days until the neighbor heard him mewing under his porch. Max had gone in there when the hatch was open and the neighbor had closed him up without knowing. He was thirsty and dusty and indignant.
The next time he disappeared, about a year later, we searched all over. Under porchs, behind garages, up in trees (he liked to climb very high.) We checked the culverts and the drains for six blocks around and asked finally, if anyone had seen a dead cat, black and white. No one had.
We had dogs and another cat, but we left Max's bowl out on the porch.
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Time passed, five years, maybe more. The marriage broke up. I left the house and later the spouse sold it. The kiddo and I moved around the city and had other cats, Marigold, Mikasa, Mike.
Then, one day I was parked in the lot of one of those hugh apartment complexes they had started to build on the South end of town. I looked up and there on the steps, black and white, was Max.
He looked at me a long time after I called to him. I stood still by the side of the car. Finally, he got up and strolled over and sat down about five feet from me. Cats in fear do not sit.
He was old. He had been an old cat when he disappeared, now he was really old. I reached out and gave him the secret signal, three taps on the head, canned food time. He walked to the open car door and hopped in.
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Max was not put off by the new surroundings and was lounging on the living room rug when the kiddo returned from school. "Holy Christ!" he said. "No, " I said, "but it is Max back from the dead and lost."
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Not for long though. He was very old. He ate very little, even the geriatric cat food I got him at the vets. When he was awake which wasn't often he held court from the middle of the living room rug. He liked sleeping on the cool shower floor and that's where I found him one morning about three months after he'd made it home.
Joe()Nation
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You have me in tears, Joe.
I haven't changed in the slightest. How you doin', standup?
Well, that's me done in. I'm with Eva ~ tears are pouring, Joe.
I'm still confused as to why Roger is referring to me as the 'girl in Florida with a cat'.....
Am I in Florida? Where is that?
And who the heck is Roger?
Ok JN, that's enough ... too sad for me! I'm so glad you found each other though, that's the alpha and omega!
Love ya ~ mean it, Roger!
