Thing 4 of 100 Things
One hundred moments of magic, synchronicity, interesting coincidence...I started doing this meme back in May when my life was seeming magical. Not that it hasn't been awesome since, but that special awareness seemed to fade, and only three things got recorded here.
There was a fourth one today.
Graydie the not-so-stray cat disappeared three weeks ago. She was a peripatetic creature with a checkered past, but she seemed to have settled in with me, never vanishing for more than a day. When I didn't see her for three days, I gave her up as very likely dead. She had a wide range, the neighborhood is not without traffic and dogs, and I knew for certain that if she could have come home, she would have.
I had to force myself to stop looking for her in the usual places--on my porch when I come home from work, underfoot and mostly invisible against my black kitchen floor, following me to the grocery store up the street. I had to have stern talks with myself about looking out the front door in the middle of the night in case she was out there and looking for food.
You know how this ends.
I rode up to my path today from the grocery shopping run, and the neighbor's big tabby was hovering there. I was delighted to see a cat--I usually am; I like cats a lot--and I pulled my bike up as Big Tabby skittered off. When I turned around with my grocery baskets, there was Graydie.
She feels like she's lost a pound or so, and was hungry, but not starving, sick, or hurt, as far as I can tell. I guess she just went walkabout. I don't even know.
Anyway, I was awfully glad to see her. Good thing I kept the cat food, huh?
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There was a fourth one today.
Graydie the not-so-stray cat disappeared three weeks ago. She was a peripatetic creature with a checkered past, but she seemed to have settled in with me, never vanishing for more than a day. When I didn't see her for three days, I gave her up as very likely dead. She had a wide range, the neighborhood is not without traffic and dogs, and I knew for certain that if she could have come home, she would have.
I had to force myself to stop looking for her in the usual places--on my porch when I come home from work, underfoot and mostly invisible against my black kitchen floor, following me to the grocery store up the street. I had to have stern talks with myself about looking out the front door in the middle of the night in case she was out there and looking for food.
You know how this ends.
I rode up to my path today from the grocery shopping run, and the neighbor's big tabby was hovering there. I was delighted to see a cat--I usually am; I like cats a lot--and I pulled my bike up as Big Tabby skittered off. When I turned around with my grocery baskets, there was Graydie.
She feels like she's lost a pound or so, and was hungry, but not starving, sick, or hurt, as far as I can tell. I guess she just went walkabout. I don't even know.
Anyway, I was awfully glad to see her. Good thing I kept the cat food, huh?
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comments. | Comment at Dreamwidth.