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last winter (2007), after i moved out, my parents started a HUGE construction project on their house. it was really intense, as in they raised the whole thing and added several new feet of... wall, so that the ceilings in the downstairs were of a normal height. they also turned the cruddy wood-panelled, asbestos-tiled basement i used to inhabit into an office for my dad, who's an architect. anyway, all the renovations meant they had to move out of the house for a while, and they stayed at the rental house a few blocks away.
at the time, they had 3 cats, owen and idgie came with them to the rental house and became temporary indoor cats. my 14 year old cat emmett was basically feral, we only saw him once every few weeks when he'd come inside to eat and would immediately leave again. when they moved, they just left food out for him and figured he'd just kind of do his own thing for a while until they came back. before you jump down my throat about it, he seriously never came around, and didn't stick around when he did, and forcing him to be an indoor cat at another house seriously would have killed him. it just wouldn't have happened. anyway, they left him at the house, finished the construction, and moved back in, and emmett never showed back up. he was really old so we all kind of figured he'd gone off and just died peacefully somewhere, but we always joked that he was just show up again one day like it was no big deal. and that's totally what he did! my sister was on the back deck and he just walked right up! this cat has been gone for over a year and a half, it's like he came back from the dead. i freaked out and cried on the phone like a wuss when she told me. apparently he's been hanging around the house more and more, though, and i kind of think he's been on some homeward bound-style adventure for a while, and now is just going to spend his last kitty months chilling out at casa del schuyler.
he makes me believe cats ~really do have 9 lives~
he's been through all kinds of hell, i think he even got hit by a car at one point and was ok. his previous owners basically abused him, locking him in the garage without enough food or water, and they had 2 young sons that beat the snot out of him, and he was my sweetie after we took him in. he's always been a hunter, too, and brought me live and dead snakes and bats and lizards and mice. awwww i hope i get to see him soon!
here he is all fat and sassy, before i moved out. also LOL at the resolution of the camera that took this.
and here he is the second night he came back, he was all dirty and skinny but he's been eating at the house every day now and my sister gave him a bath.
here's his handsome grouchy mug.
awwww emmett i meees joo!
at the time, they had 3 cats, owen and idgie came with them to the rental house and became temporary indoor cats. my 14 year old cat emmett was basically feral, we only saw him once every few weeks when he'd come inside to eat and would immediately leave again. when they moved, they just left food out for him and figured he'd just kind of do his own thing for a while until they came back. before you jump down my throat about it, he seriously never came around, and didn't stick around when he did, and forcing him to be an indoor cat at another house seriously would have killed him. it just wouldn't have happened. anyway, they left him at the house, finished the construction, and moved back in, and emmett never showed back up. he was really old so we all kind of figured he'd gone off and just died peacefully somewhere, but we always joked that he was just show up again one day like it was no big deal. and that's totally what he did! my sister was on the back deck and he just walked right up! this cat has been gone for over a year and a half, it's like he came back from the dead. i freaked out and cried on the phone like a wuss when she told me. apparently he's been hanging around the house more and more, though, and i kind of think he's been on some homeward bound-style adventure for a while, and now is just going to spend his last kitty months chilling out at casa del schuyler.
he makes me believe cats ~really do have 9 lives~
he's been through all kinds of hell, i think he even got hit by a car at one point and was ok. his previous owners basically abused him, locking him in the garage without enough food or water, and they had 2 young sons that beat the snot out of him, and he was my sweetie after we took him in. he's always been a hunter, too, and brought me live and dead snakes and bats and lizards and mice. awwww i hope i get to see him soon!
here he is all fat and sassy, before i moved out. also LOL at the resolution of the camera that took this.
and here he is the second night he came back, he was all dirty and skinny but he's been eating at the house every day now and my sister gave him a bath.
here's his handsome grouchy mug.
awwww emmett i meees joo!