Soooooooooooooo, what the heck is this? Like Friday afternoon, Wonder Boy and Momma each picked up over night bags, and said they would see me tomorrow. Last I saw of them was the car heading down Centre Street.
Do you ever notice how time swells when you are alone? It metastases, as it stealthily sends fingers of fear to penetrate your heart and soul. I felt betrayed by my Momma. Last I heard we have a 24/7 CODE RED Contract. We are to be within shouting distance of each other, at all times– at least that is what I signed up for.
The evening came, the street lamps came on and I felt so alone, with three cats ( I do not consider Clem – he is beyond my control) to get through this unchartered territory.
Andy: The Self Appointed Boss – Friendly, Non aggressive but sometimes swats to keep other pets in line, usually inside most of the day – outside @ night.
Gen: The Diva Calico – Sister to Andy – Most Likely: To Clone because of looks, temperament and playability at 11 years old. Loves Wonder Boy’s bed at night , my bed in the day but usually goes out with Andy @ night.
Not like Andy Cat or Gen Cat cared. They sat there licking their paws, leisurely walking over to their food dishes, taking a mouth or two, sauntering back to their favorite perches and looked at me like, ‘What?’ They did not seem to understand the gravity of the situation. Was this the last food we would ever get? Would we be alone forever?
However, Charlie Cat was in a complete panic. Maybe she read my face, maybe she understood the significance of over night bags. She had lived on the Moraine, remember. She never wanted to have to ever leave this house in order to find food to exist. That being established, she parked her sturdy body in front of the cat food dishes and growled and hissed when Andy or Gen wandered over. They ignored her, took a bite just to show her, they were not backing down. Oh, oh, are we going to have another situation like in the book Animal Farm. I do not need anything else to worry about!
Charlie: 12 years, Calico with Matted Humps – INSIDE ONLY CAT – The loner – does not go outside EVER. Fearful which results in hissing. CIA / Commando Training – blends in environment so may be impossible to find – Likely to disappear but listen for: Loud purr which may alert friend or foe.
So as I sat and stewed. Somehow, I missed the jingle of keys in the door. Whoa, I know him, that is Super Kid. For the first time in my life, I couldn’t even bark or wag my tail to welcome Super Kid in to our Sanctuary. Gen and Andy got up, went over for a pat and scratch. Suddenly I got my sailor legs up and running. I pushed Gen and Andy out-of-the-way. They retreated good-naturedly, as I enjoyed my first worry free minute in hours. Yeah, we would get food, water, nurturing, and maybe even a walk. Out of the corner of my eye I saw paranoid Charlie Cat as she raced, down the stairs, to find a place to hide and wait out the take over of her territory by friendly fire. I did not blame her. I may have done the same if I would actually ‘do’ staircases. I know, I know, I could fill up an appointment book of a doggie shrink very succinctly. But there is more, there is always more…so till to-morrow to-morrow….
