This cat belongs to my niece Ashlynn.
He goes by the name of Biggie.
It’s short, or maybe it’s long, for Big Cat, his real name.
One might think him to be gigantic with a name like Biggie or Big Cat. To the contrary. It’s that Ashlynn had two identical cats. One was bigger than the other, so naturally they got penned Big Cat and Little Cat.
Little Cat pooped all over the house and something very mysterious happened to him. He just vanished one day. Up in smoke. He should have been named Houdini the way he magically disappeared. It was during a time when my sister was in town visiting. I do believe she was the last one to see him, but oh nevermind about that story. Perhaps you’ve had a pet Houdini in your life as well.
Yesterday I received a phone call from my mother. She was moping about. Biggie was gone.
Then later I received a text from my niece. It read:
ATTENTION: yellow tiger cat, named and listens to Biggie. If found plz call. THANK YOU!!!
This isn’t the first time Biggie has run off. One other time my mom needed to leave town for about a week, so Ashlynn came to stay with me and brought Biggie with her. He was in the yard 12 seconds before he promptly disappeared. The next day, he still hadn’t surfaced. We checked the pound and made posters to hang on the the lamp posts. My sweet niece was beside herself with grief. Did he get lost? Could he not find his way home in this strange neighborhood? Had he been picked up? After 3 days, we put an ad in the paper. No one called. Then one night my husband popped in the door late after work and announced to Ashlynn, “I just saw your cat running across the street.” We were then able to breathe easier knowing that he was simply out tomcatting in a new neighborhood and would return when he was through prowling. And he did. Three or four days later, he came back and infested us with the worst case of fleas I do believe I have ever witnessed. Needless to say, that was the last time I kept Biggie when my mom went out-of-town.
Yesterday when my mom phoned, I reminded her of that story. Remember mom? Remember? Oh yeah, she remembered. She felt better and relaxed with the faith he would return. And he did. Today he is back home sleeping off his wild adventure.
To many, one of the worst experiences in their young life is when their beloved pet goes missing. My childhood pet, the one I dearly loved, was a cowdog named Fancy. Loyalty was to her as orange is to the sunset. I remember losing her one Saturday. My friend Misti and I had been hanging out at my house early that day. We decided to walk around the block to Misti’s house and of course Fancy followed, her little stub tail wagging. We played a while inside Misti’s house, then ventured out to her back yard. After a time on the trampoline, boredom set in, so we opened the back gate, went down the alley and back to my house to engage in something more exciting. After a day full of play, dusk came, and we couldn’t find Fancy. We looked and called and called and looked. Finally, we discovered her lying on Misti’s front porch, waiting. Waiting on us to come back out of the house we had entered hours earlier. That was the last place she had seen us, and she would not abandon us. No matter how strong her hunger. Or her thirst. She had followed us to Misti’s house and when we went inside, she stayed on the porch. Unaware that we had gone out the back door and down the alley back home, she faithfully remained on the porch.
For the entire day.
I do believe she would have waited there all night. I’m just glad she didn’t have to.