Sunday afternoon, The Girl went out for a walk and came home with a cat. Our cat. The one who’s been missing for several days. I was about ready to just call it, although I wouldn’t say that. It would upset the kids. Well, it would upset The Girl. Princess was chipped and had a collar and tags, so it was difficult to imagine nothing bad had happened without us being notified. We even checked to be sure animal control scanned cats when retrieved, in any condition, and called the owners if kitty was chipped. And we made sure they had our information on file.
Having a girl run in joyously declaring the good news at a pitch that made it impossible to understand her wasn’t how I saw this drama ending. Everyone’s happy again, yay! Even Darth Jingles stepped aside and let Princess eat and drink her fill, and didn’t hiss at her until several hours later. Yay?
Then Princess proceeded to tell us, as Siamese cats are prone to doing, all about her adventure. She meowed as if she were carrying on a conversation for over an hour. I’m not kidding. Sadly, by the time she’d finished, we still didn’t know what happened. Hubby has a theory she got trapped in the garage for someone who took a couple days off work and went camping. Then she got out when they came home. It’s the right time of year and there are a lot of RVs parked behind fences around here so it makes sense. We’re going to go with that. The Boy’s “a fox got her” theory clearly didn’t hold up. Although he was quick to point out she’s got a lot more fur than other cats we’ve had (not long, just thick), and that fox would be coughing up a hairball, so maybe the fox passed on the ordeal.
What happened doesn’t really matter, it’s that she’s back that counts. Princess was very snuggly the rest of the day and almost constantly underfoot. When bedtime rolled around, she crashed on Hubby’s briefcase – her traditional spot. Then, at three am, I woke to a cat fight in the dining room. Everything is back to normal.