WHAT’S THAT?
The doorbell rang, making me jump straight up out of my dream.
Jehovah’s Witness? Neighbors wanting to use our parking space (happens all the time—mostly they just use it and don’t ask…c’est la vie)? Young pregnant-two-weeks-away-from-delivery neighbor across the street needing a midwife, quickly? I meowed my worry.
Papa went out to talk to the bell-ringer—a neighbor down the street, perhaps the ambassador to somewhere or other from France, but I’ve yet to meet her. Maybe I’ll stop by one day after what happened.
She was distraught, harried, worried, and rightly so—her kitty was lost and had been gone since last night and who wouldn’t be out of his or her mind when a KITTY is lost?
She began describing him to papa, “He’ a tabby, grey…” and papa continued, “…with a whitish tummy and big grey stripes, sort of a large, round-headed kitty, nice eyes?”
And she said, “Yes, YES, that’s my cat!! Have you seen him?”
“He’s right behind you, on our wall,” said papa, watching her kitty climb up and over to find his mistress after many hours out in the wilds of our little village.
I had kitty tears over this. Such a sweet story and I was watching the whole thing unfold from our window.
He’s pretty dishy…
The cat, I mean, not papa, although he’s dishy, too.
And….he’s fixed.
The cat, that is.
Maybe a little neighborly welcome-wagon visit is on my agenda later today…
Come on over, Loulou–whole lot of shakin’ goin’ on!
What a sweet story. We are always especially pleased when a cat stirs up an ape and there is a happy ending.
A little visit to this handsome tabby fella would be just the ticket.
Gerry & Mungo