Rick came back to the bedroom and his face was white. He looked at me and kept saying, "Dear God, Oh my God, Dear God". I heard Amber hissing in the kitchen. And then I looked out back on the deck.
She looks so much like Bootser it's scary. Honest, she's the splitting image of Bootser....the way Bootser used to look when she was younger. A little fluffy girl. I think somebody either dumped her or put her outside. She wants in and she wants in big time. I put a saucer of dry food out on the deck and she scarfed it down and cried for more. I gave her more and she ate that, too. She's crying and she's walking around the house, trying to get in. Obviously, she was a house cat. I've never seen her before.
But dear lord, she looks so much like our Bootser, I got tears in my eyes. Bootser died between Christmas and New Year last year. We had to put her down. Rick is so spooked he doesn't know what to think.
He has already said the cat is not coming into the house. He is serious. He won't let me go outside to her, he won't even let me touch her. We don't know her, she could have anything. I've called around to the neighbors and nobody has a clue (that they'll admit to, anyway). One person said, "Well, the cat knew who to go to" and started to laugh. But I cannot do this. Our cats started flipping out right away, hissing and spitting at each other and carrying on. I think it's called re-directed aggression? Something like that. It's not fair to our kids. And what if she's pregnant? I cannot do this. I cannot.
Mollipop and Muffin certainly don't need this either. It's almost two years since I brought Muffin home from my mother's and they still have trouble. They still hiss and growl and go at it.
But oh my dear lord, she looks like Bootser. I've got goosebumps.
She looks so much like Bootser it's scary. Honest, she's the splitting image of Bootser....the way Bootser used to look when she was younger. A little fluffy girl. I think somebody either dumped her or put her outside. She wants in and she wants in big time. I put a saucer of dry food out on the deck and she scarfed it down and cried for more. I gave her more and she ate that, too. She's crying and she's walking around the house, trying to get in. Obviously, she was a house cat. I've never seen her before.
But dear lord, she looks so much like our Bootser, I got tears in my eyes. Bootser died between Christmas and New Year last year. We had to put her down. Rick is so spooked he doesn't know what to think.
He has already said the cat is not coming into the house. He is serious. He won't let me go outside to her, he won't even let me touch her. We don't know her, she could have anything. I've called around to the neighbors and nobody has a clue (that they'll admit to, anyway). One person said, "Well, the cat knew who to go to" and started to laugh. But I cannot do this. Our cats started flipping out right away, hissing and spitting at each other and carrying on. I think it's called re-directed aggression? Something like that. It's not fair to our kids. And what if she's pregnant? I cannot do this. I cannot.
Mollipop and Muffin certainly don't need this either. It's almost two years since I brought Muffin home from my mother's and they still have trouble. They still hiss and growl and go at it.
But oh my dear lord, she looks like Bootser. I've got goosebumps.
It's good you have a plan if she turns up again.
That must ease your mind a bit.
