Sammy in the House!

Sammy is back!

When I collected the plate from the kitchen counter, near the glass sliding-door, getting ready to fill it with food, I saw the two cats - Coco and a grey cat - but I naturally assumed that it was Ash. Then, when the grey cat approached the door, a little eager for breakfast, I thought it looked like Sammy, and I focused on his head, and there was definitely no white stripe running down that forehead: it was Sammy!

What a cute tease, too: that it should have been only the two cats lying around on the patio on the morning of Sammy’s return, rather than all three, as is usually the case, hence taking longer for me to realize the joyous news, perhaps allowing me to better savor the sweetness of this turnabout that much more appreciatively, like a beautiful woman doing a slow, tantalizing strip-tease, rather than simply ripping everything off with one quick yank.

Better yet, Sammy is whole and healthy - no blood, no mangling, no limp, not a scratch. He is perhaps just a little dirtier than usual, like he has been burrowing in the dirt a lot, as these were very hot days to be lost out there. He was, after all, gone for four whole days, not three days and then back again on the fourth day, but absent for four full days and nights.

I suppose a new precedent has been set by this misadventure, and I obviously need to be less anxious about these extended absences. You would think that I should have internalized by now that these feline creatures are rather more wild than not, and even our non-feral house cats continue to have a little squirrel in them, even if it true that we can hold them and pet them and peck them with little kisses.

Sammy in the House!

Sammy is back!

When I collected the plate from the kitchen counter, near the glass sliding-door, getting ready to fill it with food, I saw the two cats - Coco and a grey cat - but I naturally assumed that it was Ash. Then, when the grey cat approached the door, a little eager for breakfast, I thought it looked like Sammy, and I focused on his head, and there was definitely no white stripe running down that forehead: it was Sammy!

What a cute tease, too: that it should have been only the two cats lying around on the patio on the morning of Sammy’s return, rather than all three, as is usually the case, hence taking longer for me to realize the joyous news, perhaps allowing me to better savor the sweetness of this turnabout that much more appreciatively, like a beautiful woman doing a slow, tantalizing strip-tease, rather than simply ripping everything off with one quick yank.

Better yet, Sammy is whole and healthy - no blood, no mangling, no limp, not a scratch. He is perhaps just a little dirtier than usual, like he has been burrowing in the dirt a lot, as these were very hot days to be lost out there. He was, after all, gone for four whole days, not three days and then back again on the fourth day, but absent for four full days and nights.

I suppose a new precedent has been set by this misadventure, and I obviously need to be less anxious about these extended absences. You would think that I should have internalized by now that these feline creatures are rather more wild than not, and even our non-feral house cats continue to have a little squirrel in them, even if it true that we can hold them and pet them and peck them with little kisses.