Smitten with Him

grown-up stuff happens here sometimes


on February 27, 2013

BocaI have been watching a girlfriend’s cat for the last 18 months. She was getting evicted from her apartment and couldn’t afford to have a cat where she was moving. When she had the money she was going to pay the pet deposit and the extra $25/month and take her cat back. We already have a cat and he seemed lonely, so when I took in the friend’s cat [B] temporarily I didn’t think it would do any harm. And it didn’t.

Until now…

The first month that we had B, he hid in the walk-in closet in the Master Bedroom. He wouldn’t come out. I had to bring him food and water and change his litter box in that closet. Our kitty [K] would go in and try to make friends with him several times a day. It was cute — he just wouldn’t give up, bless his heart. At one point, I was asking my friend [E] to come and get him back. He was so pathetic. But, on day 30, B walked out of the closet on his own accord and acted like this was where he belonged.

B proceeded tear up the carpet (our cat is declawed — don’t judge, he came that way. We had nothing to do with that decision), eat twice as much food and therefore poop twice as much as K. He’s also able to open up the front door of our apartment and would escape — on this note I am not 100% sure if B opened the door, because the husband does not always close the front door all the way when he leaves for work at 1AM. Regardless, all the times that he had escaped, he either came back or we noticed before he would get too far…

Not this time…

This time I woke up at 5AM (because that’s when I get up) and when I went downstairs from my loft I saw that the front door was gaping open (again! I can’t tell you how many times I have asked the husband to LOCK the door when he leaves, let alone SHUT it!). Our sweet K was sitting in the doorway looking out, and B was nowhere to be found! Better yet, it had just snowed 4 inches and the windchill made the temp -3 degrees!! I called out to B from the doorway, then put on my boots and my coat and went outside to find him. But, my ankle is broken and it’s snowy and I didn’t have my walking cast on so I didn’t get very far. And it was early in the morning so I couldn’t go around screaming out his name in hopes that he would come.

The strange thing was, there were no cat-foot sized/shaped tracks in the snow and there should have been. I could see cat footprints in front of one of the other neighbors doors, but those tracks were from OUR kitty, not B, and they led right back to our door.

When the husband got home about 20 minutes later I told him that I didn’t know if it was him that left the door open or the cat that opened it, but K was missing. I said that I had gone through the entire apartment calling for him. I looked out on the deck to make sure he wasn’t there. I checked all his favorite hiding spots and he wasn’t there… Regardless of my words, the husband had to go back through the spots I just mentioned (I wouldn’t have minded if I was wrong in this case…) and he didn’t find B either. He put on his jacket and grabbed a flashlight and went outside to check himself.

He didn’t see any cat-like footprints either… That was last Thursday morning…  We have looked for him every day since then, we knocked on doors to make sure someone else hasn’t found him, hung a sign with our contact info, etc…

I told his “Mom” last night. She took it quite well. Better than I thought she would, really… But she has two kids and, after we hung up, she had to go tell them… I feel so bad…

I guess this is just another lesson in how to handle circumstances totally beyond my control…


6 responses to “Catsitting

  1. Amba says:

    Aww poor kitty 😦 I hope you’re doing okay. Wait a minute are K and B, both missing? I was a little confused.

    • My kitty, K, is home safe and very lonely.
      My girlfriend told me that there were three things last week that brought B to her mind.
      1) Her mom asked about him on Thursday
      2) Her kids were bugging her to come and see him on Friday
      3) On Saturday, when she was driving to the store, the roadkill she saw looked like it was her cat
      The conversation kind of ended on that note. And she said she was going to bake cookies with the kids (they’re in 7th & 5th grade) before she told them about it.

  2. says:

    Never like cats. Prefer dogs!

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