the cat came back, the very next day
on thursday there was a lot of meowing outside of my house. stray cats are common in my neighbourhood, so i didn’t pay much attention to it until the meowing became more insistent.
we discovered a cat on the front porch, and the second that it saw us standing there, it began working its charm. it rolled over and gave elliot the eye, and within seconds my boy (who is obsessed with cats) was gushing “i can’t resist it! i just have to keep him!”
naturally, i said no. i hate cats. actually, all pets in general. i think they’re a waste of money and unnecessary responsibility. i don’t look down on other people who have pets, i just don’t identify with them.
so there he is. the kids played with him all day. they invited him to live in their treehouse, they named him, and they had grand conversations with him while he slothed about enjoying their affections.
we tried to pawn him off on my neighbour who loves cats. then we hung up a poster that elliot made so that people would know that their cat is at our house. then the kids said goodbye to him and the next day it rained.
i sort of wrote off the cat at that point because it was probably staying dry somewhere. some weird part of me was sad for the kids because i know they loved it so much. that night when the rain had stopped, the kids looked out the window and excitedly began jump and yell “it’s the cat!!” and there it was, running up our driveway.
that brings us to today: first thing this morning, the kids are outside playing with the cat. we haven’t fed it, given it shelter, water, or supplied any of the basic needs that any animal needs, and yet it keeps coming back to my kids. when they go outside it comes running. when they walk to our neighbours’ house, it follows them like a shadow. when they come inside, it waits outside. it’s like the song says “the cat came back, the very next day. the cat came back, they thought it was a goner, but the cat came back, he just couldn’t stay away.”
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