I’d gone and told myself she’d never be home. It’d been a week exactly, today. We’d searched for her high and low, every day, hours a day. My mother paced the neighborhood, a nervous wreck, consulting all the neighbors who would listen. We fed all her new friends in hopes that one day, she’d be among them.
We’d all but given up hope (excluding my mother). We’d seen her, chased her, missed her. I told myself she didn’t want to come home; she wanted to be with her new friends.
Today was the last day. The seventh day. And there she was, on the side porch, where no one ever goes. Waiting to be picked up and carried back inside. Purring in my arms, racing to the litter box, and up to my room, all the while reeking of smoke.
She’s been home for less then thirty minutes and is already sleeping in her usual spot. It’s like she was never gone. As fast as she was lost, she was found.
What a relief. I mass texted my friends who have so lovingly listened to my cat stories..one of my texts? I can’t believe I ever said it would be okay if she never came home.
I’m so relieved. So very, very grateful. I guess she must love us, after all! But, oh I can barely wait to give her a bath!
My beautiful, wonderful, home-now, Meredith (Merdie) Grey!
I’m too excited to edit these with my watermark; please have a heart and don’t steal them :)