And so the story goes, Momma and Wonder Boy went off to a wedding (picture below provides proof or is it all just a hoax) in the land of milk and honey, where the freedom bell rings. The bride was so beautiful, so gracious and now by marriage, so Canadian that she is going to be watching hockey every Saturday night. Well, let’s not get carried away, we don’t watch hockey and we are Canadian, but don’t tell…it’s another secret. Not enough can be said about the groom, an Officer and a Gentleman, because he is handsome, smart and beloved by Momma and Wonder Boy.
A big ‘Shout Out’ to Super Boy who did a most marvelous job of entertaining, feeding, and nurturing myself, the Protector of All, whether it is warranted or not, as well as the Kitty Club Med. The Superior Bad Boy Andy Cat, got in a huff when Momma and Wonder Boy did not return in 24 hours. Diva Calico Gen Cat confiscated Momma’s bed, licking her creamy paws, waiting, because what else does a cat do, and Camouflage Charlie, who ensconced her self in the basement, eyes on the food dishes, dodging and weaving when a shadow moved until hunger forced her up stairs. However, let’s not forget our Clem-Call-of-the Wild Cat who recognized it was a foreign Two Footed running the Pet Sanctuary.
What does that mean? Well, this Super Boy had to be tthoroughly vetted before Clem-Call-of-the Wild Cat pledged allegiance . After all, when Momma went to the Convention, Clem came in for a quick bite and, what do you know, somehow got locked inside when Super Boy went to bed.
This was a situation. Colony Cats were depending on Clem,while he was trapped in paradise, (roof over his head, food, water for his belly, and his choice of a soft bed to sleep on). Meanwhile his Colony Family waited in fear, for his safe return. The solution was to hurdle himself at the bedroom door till Super Boy woke up and opened the front door so Clem could make his great escape in to the dark and dreary night, back to his responsibilities to keep the wild cats and Forest Freaks at bay, bring food for the Baby Mama’s, and stand on guard for thee and thee and thee. This Super Boy needed some training on the ‘Let the Cat In and Let the Cat Out’ Routine. The Colony’s very existence depended upon it.
Other than those learning curves, Super Boy was, well, Super. He snuggled with me, put up with the kitties and all those food dishes, numerous times a day. Makes my head spin because it is my job to eat leftovers. He took me on long walks, winding our way, through parks and sidewalks, me on the leash, him on his bike.
Know what? Don’t tell Momma, she’d never understand, but I kind of miss Super Boy. I will keep you posted….
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