A Happy Story: Sam's Back

[catmandu57]

A week ago yesterday morning, Munch went to the door yowling to go out, even though it was dark and ready to rain. I didn't think much of it, it's an everyday thing here, let cat out, let cat in, over and over. It's just something I've came to accept over the years, I'm a slave to these cats.

So, there he was at the door demanding that it be opened, even though I told him he would get drowned out there, he had to get outside. Sure enough about ten minutes after he went out all hell broke lose and it start to rain heavily.

After a while I figured he'd had enough of the great outdoors, and went to call him in. No Sam, well I thought he's not ready and it is still raining.

One hour, no Sam. Two hours, no Sam. The hours turned into a day, and I found myself with one ear on the door all the time listening for Munch to tell me he was home.

Days passed, I was getting ready to write Sam off, the other kitties were creating a new hierarchy of ear scratching and belly rubs, and even though I could feel that empty spot, I was coming to acceptance, and thinking about a new kitten next spring.

Which brings us now to the happy part of this tale. Yesterday after supper Marshmallow woman was taking the scraps out to the outdoor cats. When I heard her yelling BABY, BABY. I thought she'd hurt herself and was getting ready to go to her aid, when she came running in with Sam in her arms.

He was purring and meowing, a little skinny, so I prepared the fatted calf for the prodigal, a can of Friskies shredded chicken and salmon his favorite, which he devoured in about thirty seconds.

The only thing I can think of he must have gotten locked in someones garage, probably to get out of the rain, and they didn't open it up for a week.

So now, our little yellow asswipe is home, and things are back to where they were, the empty spot is full, and aside from the obvious all is right in our world. PURRRRR.

[OldEurope]

1. PURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Congratulations!

:grouphug:

[Mikimouse]

2. You give me hope

One of my 'part-time guests' has gone missing in the past three days. Every night I call him, but nothing appears. Over the years, we have had about 20 of these 'guests' and they come by to eat and say hi to the fur children, take a nap, and go back out. This one was abandoned by one of my students (GGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!), and he is a doll, but with four 'children' already (we live in a relatively small 2 bedroom apartment), I decided to let Fred roam as he would and give him a place to eat and sleep. He has been gone for three days and nights. God bless you Fred, stepdad misses you and is worried!:cry:

[catmandu57]

3. I hope it turns out well

That we got Sam back is a major pick me up. He's on my lap purring right now. It's hard being an easy touch sometimes we have a couple of cats that come and eat here that are their own independent selfs. We're happy to see them, but with four already living here, we're just on the milkrun of handouts.

That feeling that comes when one of them doesn't show up has to be one of the worst feelings ever. The not knowing is the hardest, after a few days I had just started to accept the fact that we were down to three, but he showed up and I hope the same happens for you.

[Mikimouse]

5. Thanks for the encouraging words

I just got back on-line tonight and wanted to say thanks to all. Fred is special, because he belonged to a student of mine, and had wandered away in June, from her apartment and ended up at our home. At the time, I didn't know to whom he beonged, but he had a collar. So, we called the number on the collar and found out that the owner was a student here at the university, but the description that we got from the vet. was not Fred (they described it as a black cat). So, we were stumped. Fred had no problem with our other four cats, so we had no problem letting him stay until we could find his owner. We kept running into dead ends trying to find the owner, but finally someone put up a flyer in our mail room with a picture and a phone number to call. My wife called and spoke to a young woman, who as it turned out, was one of the students in my Social Problems course, during Summer I. She told us a long story about how long she had Fred, and what a loss it would have been, yadda, yadda. When she graduated 3 weeks later, Fred appeared on our porch, wothout a collar (which had, incidentally belonged to the young woman's roomate's cat and had been appropriated when it expired), and the young woman had disappeared (moved out of the complex, left no address and had the phone disconnected with no forward). So much for loyalty, I guess. He is a great cat-beautiful orange tabby, and huge! Purrs like a motorboat engine and is as gentle as a lamb. There is simply no justice when people can walk away from pets that have become dependent on them.

[LosinIt]

4. I had a cat that left for a year and a half

Jezebel had been an only cat and when I got married we acquired other cats. One day she came up missing and stayed missing for a very long time. My then husband said that he thought he had seen her cross the road quite near our house but I thought he was just trying to make me feel better. Our other cats got feline leukemia and we lost them, found Butchy dead in the garden the day I came home from the hospital with my new baby. While I was still home from work after having my son I hear this eeping coming from the pantry (which lead to the cellar where they came and went). That was Jezzie's noise, I thought, no friggin' way. I opened up the door and there she was,home to stay. So don't give up hope. I think she may have sensed that the other cats were sick.

[WannaJumpMyScooter]

6. I can only hope mine comes back too

She has been gone for a while.
We miss her a great deal.
Her sister has become the most affectionate cat in history.