Monday, June 15, 2009
It has been 10 long nights since my baby, my kitty, my Mr. Buttercups has been away from home.
Each night is getting harder without him meowing to lay under the covers with me, then meowing to get out, and back in, and his normal routine.
I never realized how hard it is to lose a cat.
"My cat ran away". I never would have thought this would be as hard as it is.
It's frustrating getting phone calls from strangers admitting they have witnessed my cat wandering, and have neglected calling [me] the owner, until the next day when he is no longer in that area anymore.
Is it really that hard to make the call when you SEE him?
the other day I was walking down the street and noticed a ruckus at the pet store across my street. I went over to see what the commotion was all about. They were holding an open adoption for cats and kittens in need of a good home. They had a tent set up where people could enter and play with the kittens in hopes of them being selected to take home. The only kittens up for adoption happened to be all male..and all black.
a familiar recognition.
As I sat there looking at the kittens climb up the netting of the tent, and attempt to meow with their squeaky vocals, I forced myself to hold one. Not one minute went by, and I set the kitty down and evacuated the tent.
It was far too hard for me to even contemplate another cat taking the place of my "baby".
I cried...hard, might I add, on the walk home.
I don't want another cat.
I just want MY cat.
I feel like A. Jolie in that movie Changeling, where she yells dramatically, "I want MY son back!!"
In a sense..that is how I feel.
Please, if anyone notices a black cat..just call me.
weather it's him or not, your call of concern is highly appreciated.
I'm still praying for you, Buttercups.
Until you come home..