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WOW THAT WAS AN EVENTFUL DAY.
heerojf is staying at my place for the weekend--we're reading through his book, making a general editing pass and so on--and in the morning, I thought I heard a weird noise. Normally when I think I hear something, it's just my brain misfiring. Except he heard it too, and we agreed it sounded like a cat or a really rusty door, so we looked around.
On my back porch, barely avoiding the rain and looking completely miserable, was a black-and-white cat.
After about thirty seconds of debate over whether he was feral or not, I decided to risk it and open the door, since he was favoring one of his hind legs and pretty much bawling. He came in right away, and started cuddling up to JF and limping around the kitchen. We gave him a little ham and then I called the Humane Society. While I was on hold with them, I asked JF if he could go to the pet store a couple of blocks away and get some cat food, since it was either that or experiment with giving our visitor bacon or some old sausage.
Almost the entire time he was in my house, this cat would not shut up. At first I figured he must still just be hurt and scared, but after he ate the ham and had some water and gave himself a bath, he just kept on meowing. Only half the time it sounded like he was saying "ME ME MEEEEEEE".
Our neighborhood is kind of twisty, and JF got lost on the way out, but he found his way back pretty quickly--without any cat food, but carrying a very wet flier, which said "LOST CAT!" across the top.
This is what it said, in part:
We have lost our dark gray cat, called "Biden". He has white sox and a little patch of white on his chest, undercarriage and chin. He 'talks' A LOT and meows incessantly; we miss him very much!
GEE I WONDER HOW HE GOT HIS NAME.
But we called and the people came over, and apparently the cat was Biden, and JF and I celebrated by watching a couple of episodes of Princess Tutu.
IT'S A VERY EXCITING LIFE I LEAD YOU GUYS.
heerojf is staying at my place for the weekend--we're reading through his book, making a general editing pass and so on--and in the morning, I thought I heard a weird noise. Normally when I think I hear something, it's just my brain misfiring. Except he heard it too, and we agreed it sounded like a cat or a really rusty door, so we looked around.
On my back porch, barely avoiding the rain and looking completely miserable, was a black-and-white cat.
After about thirty seconds of debate over whether he was feral or not, I decided to risk it and open the door, since he was favoring one of his hind legs and pretty much bawling. He came in right away, and started cuddling up to JF and limping around the kitchen. We gave him a little ham and then I called the Humane Society. While I was on hold with them, I asked JF if he could go to the pet store a couple of blocks away and get some cat food, since it was either that or experiment with giving our visitor bacon or some old sausage.
Almost the entire time he was in my house, this cat would not shut up. At first I figured he must still just be hurt and scared, but after he ate the ham and had some water and gave himself a bath, he just kept on meowing. Only half the time it sounded like he was saying "ME ME MEEEEEEE".
Our neighborhood is kind of twisty, and JF got lost on the way out, but he found his way back pretty quickly--without any cat food, but carrying a very wet flier, which said "LOST CAT!" across the top.
This is what it said, in part:
We have lost our dark gray cat, called "Biden". He has white sox and a little patch of white on his chest, undercarriage and chin. He 'talks' A LOT and meows incessantly; we miss him very much!
GEE I WONDER HOW HE GOT HIS NAME.
But we called and the people came over, and apparently the cat was Biden, and JF and I celebrated by watching a couple of episodes of Princess Tutu.
IT'S A VERY EXCITING LIFE I LEAD YOU GUYS.