Read the premature eulogy & see photos here: Li’l F####er—a eulogy?
Well, opened the door at 615 to let out Miss Thang, and who was there but Bubba?!
He meowed in his “Well where the hell have you been? I’ve been waiting” meow* but at least had the decency to rub up against me and show some affection. Then (natch) he went and ate.
Oh boy he’s back.
PS: 6:40 and he’s already at his perch on the sofa, where I bet he’ll be when I get home tonight…
PSS: It looks like his 4 days in the wilderness caused a weight loss of approximately .008 lbs.
*Lest you think I’m anthropomorphizing (Mom), there is scientific proof that cats have different meows for different purposes. I heard it on NPR.
November 5, 2007 at 11:01 am
ha! i knew he couldnt have been gone for good!
November 5, 2007 at 1:08 pm
A girl can hope though…
November 5, 2007 at 9:09 pm
Hey - he’s back - hooray! Sure he’s a pain, but you love him anyway. I glad, at least. As I type this, my codependent cat is REPEATEDLY trying to climb onto my lap despite the fact that there’s a computer there. Can I bring him over to your backyard, the place where animals learn to fend for themselves?
November 6, 2007 at 8:58 am
I hope this means we are saved!
November 6, 2007 at 5:59 pm
totheeastcoast: Yes, you are safe for now.
November 6, 2007 at 6:03 pm
G: Yes, and he and my cats and the neighbor cat that’s bitten and infected me twice (yeah, i know–”fool me once…”
can duke it out, and we can find out who the biggest badass of ‘em all is. My bet is on Simba, the neighbor cat.
Or we can have a hunting contest: whichever cat brings the most disgusting wildlife (or part thereof) onto the back porch, the non-owner has to clean up. Yeah, that’d be cool. Bring it on!