An amazing miracle
A year and a half ago, right before we got Zeus, my mom took my cat (Peavey) to Burien to let her stay with my grandparents for a while. My grandparents' previous cat Rambo had died, and they were very torn up about it, so my mom thought that Peavey could stay with them for a while and cheer them up. However, when she got there, Peavey was angry about being stuck in the car for 2 hours and she bolted. My mom looked for her, I drove up there and looked for her, I called the police, the animal shelter, and all of the neighbors, but we never found her. My grandparents ended up getting another cat eventually, a little boy kitten named Sparky.
When Peavey was a baby, she was supposed to sleep in a box next to my bed, but she always slept IN my bed instead. I had a bunkbed then, and I used to hang pencils or pens from the bottom of the top bunk so that she could bat at them and wear herself out enough to fall asleep. When I moved out at 17, Peavey went with me, and when I moved home again, she came home too.
A few days ago, I was cleaning and I found a picture I had taken of Peavey right before we lost her. I started crying... but I always start crying when I think about her, because she was like a little person to me. I showed the picture to my mom and we both became really upset. My mom feels so guilty about losing Peavey and she looked like she was going to cry. Then yesterday, mom told me that she had talked to my grandparents and they were getting tired of their new cat, Sparky. They said that he was too playful and not mellow enough for them (they are like 90 years old) and they were sick of him knocking over things and bouncing around. My mom told them that if they didn't want Sparky, we would take him, and he could live here in our house until Jenny and I leave for Australia, and then he could go outdoors when he got used to his new home.
I have been pretty excited about Sparky, and I told everyone at work. He is a cool cat, and I usually spend all of my time playing with him whenever I go to my grandparents' house. He is grey and white and I think he is plenty cuddly (he has fallen asleep on my lap/shoulder/stomach lots of times).
Today at work I told a few people, and showed them pictures of cats that looked like Sparky. My mom told my grandma we would pick him up on Sunday.
BUT THEN (the final chapter to this long-winded story): my mom called me at work today and told me that yesterday or maybe the day before, Sparky had taken off and no one had seen him since then. My grandparents didn't realize this until after they had told us we could have him. However, it makes a lot of sense that he would just disappear since they probably stopped feeding him when they decided they didn't want him anymore (sounds cruel but they are really old and do weird things so I just forgive them). My aunt is staying there and so she went out looking for Sparky and asking all of the neighbors if they had seen him. One of the neighbors said that she had, and that he usually came around their house at night. Then the next neighbor said that she had not seen Sparky...
but...
she had another stray cat living in her garage, who had been there for quite a while. And this cat was small and black with a white spot on her chest. And she was just a smart little cat who showed up one day and OMGHOLYCRAPTHATLITTLECATISJUSTPEAVEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (exclamation points TO INFINITY)
I really can not believe this. What a complicated story. So on Sunday, I am going TO GET PEAVEY AND BRING HER HOME. Chester (our other dog) will be so excited, because they were just best friends and cuddled all of the time. Chester often would lift her (yes, Chester is a girl dog) paw and "pet" Peavey.
This is one of the happiest days I've ever had.
When Peavey was a baby, she was supposed to sleep in a box next to my bed, but she always slept IN my bed instead. I had a bunkbed then, and I used to hang pencils or pens from the bottom of the top bunk so that she could bat at them and wear herself out enough to fall asleep. When I moved out at 17, Peavey went with me, and when I moved home again, she came home too.
A few days ago, I was cleaning and I found a picture I had taken of Peavey right before we lost her. I started crying... but I always start crying when I think about her, because she was like a little person to me. I showed the picture to my mom and we both became really upset. My mom feels so guilty about losing Peavey and she looked like she was going to cry. Then yesterday, mom told me that she had talked to my grandparents and they were getting tired of their new cat, Sparky. They said that he was too playful and not mellow enough for them (they are like 90 years old) and they were sick of him knocking over things and bouncing around. My mom told them that if they didn't want Sparky, we would take him, and he could live here in our house until Jenny and I leave for Australia, and then he could go outdoors when he got used to his new home.
I have been pretty excited about Sparky, and I told everyone at work. He is a cool cat, and I usually spend all of my time playing with him whenever I go to my grandparents' house. He is grey and white and I think he is plenty cuddly (he has fallen asleep on my lap/shoulder/stomach lots of times).
Today at work I told a few people, and showed them pictures of cats that looked like Sparky. My mom told my grandma we would pick him up on Sunday.
BUT THEN (the final chapter to this long-winded story): my mom called me at work today and told me that yesterday or maybe the day before, Sparky had taken off and no one had seen him since then. My grandparents didn't realize this until after they had told us we could have him. However, it makes a lot of sense that he would just disappear since they probably stopped feeding him when they decided they didn't want him anymore (sounds cruel but they are really old and do weird things so I just forgive them). My aunt is staying there and so she went out looking for Sparky and asking all of the neighbors if they had seen him. One of the neighbors said that she had, and that he usually came around their house at night. Then the next neighbor said that she had not seen Sparky...
but...
she had another stray cat living in her garage, who had been there for quite a while. And this cat was small and black with a white spot on her chest. And she was just a smart little cat who showed up one day and OMGHOLYCRAPTHATLITTLECATISJUSTPEAVEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (exclamation points TO INFINITY)
I really can not believe this. What a complicated story. So on Sunday, I am going TO GET PEAVEY AND BRING HER HOME. Chester (our other dog) will be so excited, because they were just best friends and cuddled all of the time. Chester often would lift her (yes, Chester is a girl dog) paw and "pet" Peavey.
This is one of the happiest days I've ever had.