Twice As Nice

We lost our cat last week. We looked all through the house, then up and down the street and in the woods near our house in case he got out. No cat. We didn't know what to do. The Girl declaired the cat hers when we brought him home from the shelter, and she made sure we understood she didn't want another cat. She wouldn't be happy unless we found her kitty. Just when we had accepted the future involved lots of tears and sleepless nights, The Girl opened one of her drawers and about had a heart attack when a furry face came popping up out of the drawer. It seems the night before he had decided to take a nap in the drawer and The Girl didn't notice him sleeping and shut him in her dresser.

Of course, she was overjoyed, but I was a little bit bummed out. I assumed he had snuck out when we let the dogs out, and in a day or two would come strolling back. In the mean time, I was already checking out Petfinders for another cat. I figured by the time Smacks came home I would already have another cat, and then we would just have to keep both of them. He had to go and spoil my plan like that.

All wasn't lost, because just a day or two after the missing cat incident my brother came by and asked if we knew anybody that had lost a Siamese cat. He found one living in a ditch by his house. His daughter wanted to keep it, but their other cat didn't agree with her. I went down and looked at her, and she is the saddest looking cat. She is white, with long hair and a big puffy tail. She is so skinny she felt like a squirrel. So now we have two cats. So far, Smacks isn't too thrilled with this turn of events. I hope they will eventually get along, because I would hate to have to take her to the shelter.