April Showers

In a recent post I mentioned walking the cat, and a couple of people have asked me what that’s all about. It’s actually a long story, and one I’ve had a little trouble talking about, but I am now ready to share it with my loyal readers – both of you.

I’ve written often of my beautiful, loving and hilariously neurotic Megs. At the beginning of April she died very unexpectedly.

050I dealt with the situation with impressive fortitude by crying every day for a month and treating the cat like a surrogate dog.

I must say the cat rallied beautifully to the task, starting to greet me at the door whenever I came home, and rolling onto her back to have her tummy rubbed. Truth be told I think she is rather liking her new position of alpha pet.

Then one day, four weeks to the day after Megs died, I felt inexplicably cheerful and went an entire day without shedding a single tear. Definite progress.

That night the cat went outside and got lost.

I registered her with every lost pet organization/website I could think of, and put signs up all around the neighbourhood but after a week I was fairly confident that we wouldn’t be seeing her again. Especially when we were treated to one of Calgary’s inevitable spring snowstorms and assorted other types of precipitation.

SandyThe SPCA told me that sometimes, when people find a pretty cat like Sandy they just keep them, rather than reporting it. I was at the point where I was really hoping someone had stolen her so that at least she would be being looked after.

Then out of the blue she turned up underneath someone’s shed, and after a great deal of cajoling, there ensued an emotional homecoming.

Of course the first thing she wanted to do was go outside again, but I was in no way emotionally prepared for that. However, I feel it’s inevitable that she will get outside again, so it seems sensible to me that she becomes familiar with the neighbourhood just in case. Se we have been seen going for long walks together and generally exploring. I don’t put her on a lead or anything, but she never moves far away from me, and keeps returning for a bit of reassurance and a tummy rub.

Now I just need to train her to fetch a ball and run around the tree farm while I prune.


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