Sunday, April 25, 2010

the cat came back

Earlier this week, Carl got up in the middle of the night and found the back door open about 6 inches. He looked around, and nothing seemed to be amiss, no intruders etc. He closed it and mentioned it to me the next morning. Well, of course the cat went out, and we missed her the next morning.

Ginger, our cat, is an inside cat. She's friendly, opinionated, and not very worldly wise. Oh, sure, she has all those cat instincts, but really, she's only dangerous in her own mind. Fortunately, our dog knows her, and is interested in her, but won't hurt her. Unfortunately most of our neighbors have dogs that might not be so tolerant. Then, there are the streets and the cars and some of the birds around here - there's a particularly mean mockingbird - like to pick on cats.

So, we kept our eyes open, and our ears alert... well except for sleeping, you know. The last time she got out, she came back in the middle of the night, and I happened to hear her on a trip to the bathroom. Days went by, and no sign. We walked through the neighborhood. We checked the animal shelter. Nothing.

Finally, last night, she showed up again. I think Ron and I had pretty much decided she wouldn't. Raine was hoping, though, and we didn't want to burst her innocent bubble. Carl heard her, much as I had the previous time, chased off the cat she was fighting with (like I did) and let her in. She seems fine. She spent most of the day lazing around, napping and purring, with breaks to sit on laps. Middle age, is really not the time for this cat to develop an outdoor habit.

1 comment:

Fran said...

Oh, I do love a story with a happy ending! Welcome home, Ginger!