Please put in a good word for Yoda with the deity of your choice. I'm so scared that he's hurt or not coming home. I bottle fed this cat when he was rejected by his mama. He's just like my kid. He loves to be held, he loves to sleep with you, he purrs like nobody's business. He reaches up to you with his two front paws to be picked up just like a 2 year old. He's my baby. Please come home, Yoda.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Friday the 13th?
Yoda's home!!!! And I wish he could talk.
After papering the neighborhood and crying enough to make my eyes ache, we had our little miracle. I was asleep around 6am, but I kept waking up thinking I was hearing him. I got up and checked the doors - No Yoda. I went back to bed (was up LATE last night) and fell asleep for about 5 minutes when I heard it again. Figuring that I was never going to get back to sleep now, I went and checked the doors again - and there he was. He sauntered in like nothing ever happened and I had that urge that all mothers get with their children - to hug them forever and never let them go - at the same time as trying not to strangle them for putting you through hell.
He's not quite right, though. He's not purring (usually it's constant) and he doesn't really want to be held. And, damn it, he wants to go back outside. Sigh. Now that I've seen him again, I suspect he may have been hiding out on a bad, blue-skink tail trip. And he's not quite back yet. Those can be quite nasty and we found the requisite skink missing its tale on the front walk late yesterday. Last time one of my cats did that it was an emergency trip to the animal hospital and a hefty bill. I guess Yoda saved me that at least - but I'd have gladly paid if I wouldn't have had to go through the heartache.
Thanks, everybody, for putting your two cents in with the man upstairs. I do believe he was listening...
I have never been superstitious. I'm not now, but other people believe in that stuff, and I think it makes them do things they otherwise wouldn't.
For years I've had a black cat that I brought in on Halloween, New Year's Eve and on Friday the 13th because I didn't want anyone to hurt my baby.
Last night, Yoda was doing the centerfold thing on the hood of my car and wouldn't budge for all the calling and cajoling in the world. So I shrugged my shoulders and left him out.
This morning, he failed to show up for breakfast. With this cat? That's a big deal.
I spent about an hour before going to work walking up and down my street calling his name. No response.
I came home from work early and put together a flyer, printed out several copies and put them on mailboxes up and down the street. Still calling for Yoda.
I went to get Z-boy from the bus stop and we came home and printed more fliers. We talked to neighbors, including the Party Boys next door! We went to the next street up and put more fliers on mailboxes.
I'm sorry I haven't gotten to your interview questions yet, interviewees. I've been busy walking the streets looking for my baby.