After countless tears and hours spent looking, calling and praying, our baby came home. I was sitting outside tonight, hoping and praying that Bo would just walk up – and guess what happened? Bo just walked up. Another of our cats, Svenn is shaped an awful lot like Bo, but there was no mistake in my mind – I knew immediately who it was and hurried over to him with an, “Oh my God!” My husband, who was in the yard swinging a golf club (and I know, in his macho way also hoping for Bo to walk up) said, “What?”
Carrying Bo over to him, I said, “Look at this!”
This, as it turns out was a little boy who’d apparently been stuck somewhere. he smelled like a cow pasture – and his lower section, from his waist down was black. He’s lost some weight, and is understandably a little jumpy. It’s been storming here for a few days straight, which is another reason we’ve been in such agony. Bo, like his mother Carly was, is scared senseless of storms. Whenever it storms, we have to get him and hold him – most of the time Steph distracts him with cartoons! Wherever he’s been the past 4 days, though, he didn’t have Steph, me, Bugs Bunny, food, or water.
Steph was at the computer when I brought the dirty little boy in – I walked up behind her and, not wanting her to scream and scare the bug out of Bo, I said, “Steph, stay calm, but…” – to which she said, “Hmmm?” – then turned around with an expression I’ll never, ever forget. As soon as we can, we’ll take a few pics of him, if he consents to it – he’s a very proud cat, you know…..very into his appearance.
Showing just how smart cats are, even though he’s obviously starving, Bo isn’t stuffing himself. He’s pacing his eating and drinking, so he doesn’t get sick. Even though, admittedly, I’m throwing everything at him but French Toast.
I was anxious to post this message – I’ve been SO hoping for the opportunity. You’ll excuse me, I hope, I have a dirty, stinky cat to go hold.
Hug your cat!