I have the back up phone again which means that it has now been a week since I have been home. My sweetheart came to see me on Sunday, but I have yet to see the cats. I miss them tremendously. I didn’t realize exactly how much their absence was affecting me until last night.
First of all, I need to be careful about going to the gym at 9:00 at night. I left VERY energized, hyper really, a little after 10:00. On my way home, I saw this little black cat on the side of a busy main road in an area with gas stations and U-Haul truck dealers, not houses. I found myself stopping to check on the little one and she came right up to me. She was black with a white belly and as cute and cuddly as a cat can be. She seemed healthy and taken care of but I wondered what she was doing alongside such a busy street. She had no tag. I picked her up and took her into the Texaco station where I was parked to see if the clerk recognized her. He didn’t but was very helpful and gave me the phone number for the University Vet Hospital since the Humane Society was closed. They were no help when I called and after leaving a few frantic phone messages with friends and colleagues, I decided to go to the police station.
I feel pretty comfortable in the police station. As a domestic violence and sexual assault advocate, I have spent a bit of time there. Plus, Pullman’s a small town. The woman at the front desk was very helpful and let the police know that if anyone reported the cat missing, I had her. I tried to figure out what to do since the woman I stay with when I am in town is allergic to cats. I debated sleeping in my car with the cat and taking her to the Humane Society in the morning. That would have been fun if the back up phone had rung that night and I would have had to have taken the cat to the hospital with me. I was trying to think this all through.
Thankfully, the animal control officer was there and eventually came to help. We checked to see if the little kitty was microchipped and she wasn’t. I wondered if I should go door to door to the houses and apartments in the area and try to find the kitty’s owner. We both laughed because doing this at nearly 11:00 at night would really make me into a crazy cat lady if I wasn’t already. After telling me that the stray cats were the reason there were so many coyotes in the area and that she had picked up quite a few dead cats that week, the officer proceeded to tell me that she thought that the best thing for the kitty was for me to take her back to where I found her and hope she found her way home.
I did drive back to the Texaco station and reluctantly stood outside with the kitty to see if she would find her way home. She eventually crossed the busy street and went into the garden of a law office on the other side of the street. I went over and she came out to rub my leg. I interpreted it as her telling me that she was OK.
As I drove home, I started thinking through the whole incident. I think that one of the reasons I became so concerned with the kitty is that I am desperately missing my own. We have three cats, Silver, Asha, and Maya. I was going to share photos of all three, but I am having technical difficulties with Silver’s photo. It figures. She can be a bit contrary herself. Asha is a small grey kitty and Maya is the round black ball that appears on many of my postcards.
I miss them so much. Luckily, I will see them tomorrow night!!
Now that you have met my kitties, the black cat on my postcards probably makes more sense. The crazy cat lady might as well share some Maya inspired postcards.
To Bifidus Jones- front and back:
A cat mail art call:
To okadaskat’s purple call. It arrived minus Maya :(
Maya floated above and amongst fragile tags and inspection tape for Eduardo Cardoso,
among flowers and a chandelier for Rachel Fasig,
and more baggage labels for Samuel Montalvetti.
And, you may have observed from previous posts that I now have my own logo and an awesome recycle stamp en plus!
Maya has recently been spotted in pink as well. But, I will wait to share that with you.
I really need to get to the gym before it’s 9:00 again.
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