Love cats and I can see myself old surrounded by them. Many of them. But in 1996 I was just living in the US for 4 years, my kids were very little and a friend of mine asked me if I could care for his daughter's kitty for a few weeks and I said yes right away. Miss having a pet with me and that was my only chance of having one just for a while and see if my kids could respect and care for him and maybe one day we could have one of our own.
The cat arrives and he was very very shy and didn't want to interact with us, hiding and only coming out to eat at night. Very normal, it was a very different environment for him and it was just a matter of time to get use to us (the bonkers). One week passed and he was getting easy. Coming out from nowhere at day light and sometimes asking for food. Then one day I was doing some laundry and dropped some bleach on the floor. Cleaned and opened a small window above the dryer machine so that strong odor could go away, but in minutes the cat escaped. I was in total panic!
I don't remember his name, he was a neutered male and declawed. I was alone with the kids for weeks. Their daddy traveling to Japan. Got a bunch of kids from our neighborhood and asked them to go after the cat with a big reward. Nothing! Made some ads and put on people's door with the cat's description. Nothing. Put his cage next to my door with some food in hope he would show up in the middle of the night. I was sleeping on the cold floor right next to the door with my fingers crossed and I saw raccoons, a fox, all the cats from my neighborhood, but not the cat I wanted! Then in the middle of my despair, I decide to put an ad on the local newspaper. My answer machine was broken and again my friend Graziela said it would be a good idea to put her number instead, so if someone calls in the middle of the night, her husband Guga would go after the cat. After all I was all alone with 3 little kids. GREAT!
But wait: GUGA, THE ONE WHO NEVER SAW THE CAT IN HIS LIFETIME!
Got a call late at night and Guga tells me someone found the cat. YAY! He went to this guy house and got the cat, YAY! He payed the reward and came to my house. YAY!
I looked at the cat and said:
Me: Guga, this is not the cat.
Guga: Cool off! He lost weight while starving in the streets.
Me: Look! His tummy is kinda yellowish. This is not the cat.
Guga: He lost too much weight and now all his funny hair is showing off.
It was a lovely cat. Guga left. I sat on the couch feeling helpless and the gracious and most lovely cat jumped on my lap. Remember: the other cat would never come near us! He should be very but very grateful to be back home, after all it must be really rough to get lost in the streets!
All of the suddenly I felt his sharp claws on my legs!!!! I call Guga immediately.
Me: Guga! This is not the cat!
Guga: What do you mean it's not the cat? He is just like the one in the picture.
Me: This one has claws, the other one is declawed.
Guga: Well maybe his claws grew back and nobody notice, he was on the streets and this is the only way he could survive. Declaw him again and your friend will never notice a thing.
Me: Please take the cat back!
Guga: Are you nuts? I went to this crazy place with a huge guy with a mad face. I'm not going back.
The adorable cat playing on the floor next to me and I thought: I need a cold bath or hang myself up!
Then husband comes back from his long trip, very very very happy with the whole situation. We were having breakfast one day, and the most charming cat starring and blinking at us, a picture of happiness. Then he said:
Husband: You didn't only get the wrong bloody cat, you payed a reward for it and SHE IS PREGNANT.
Then I new how she was getting chubby daily. It wasn't only food and love I was giving to her.
I remember not feeling my legs again. And very very soon we had to return the original cat to the owner. We tried the ads again and nothing.
Every time my phone rang, I though I was getting punched in the stomach. One fine day for some odd reason I wasn't thinking about it and I got the phone call I was waiting for soooooo long:
Owner: Hiiiiiii thank you so much for all your help. How is my cute cat?
Me: Doing fine.
* When you lie your dirty face off, keep it short! You might be able to remember your stupid words one day!My last hope was that for the next 15 minutes the cat would appear at my door, waive at me, ask to come inside again and I could return it to her.
Owner: Did he behave?
Me: Just like an angel!
* Maybe there was still time to run to the nearest pet store and get another cat like hers and return it and we all would have a happy ending. Just like some parents who rush and get a new fish just like the one they found floating inside a fish tank instead of telling the whole true to the kid. (I'm not judging them. I'd do exactly the same!)
Owner: Oh I'm glad!
Me: When are you coming to pick him up?
*Hoping she would do that in fifteen years time. My heart was racing soooooooo fast!
Owner: Well you know, I'm out of money and my daddy said that your kids love my cat, and I'm wondering if you would like to keep him.
* I was on my knees almost crying!
Me: Oh how sweet! Of course we love HIM! We would love to keep HIM. THANK YOU!
* Now, go away!
Owner: Can I came over to see him sometime?
Me: Of course!
* NOT! what the hell are you thinking? The cat belongs to me now! Don't come near my property!
Owner: Well thank you! I'm pretty sure you are going to take good care of him.
* Uhnnn that sounded soooo fishy!
Me: Have a nice life!
I hang up! Enough of cat lies for a day!
Shortly after, I learned that she knew everything. Her family told her and they all had a good laugh at the situation I put myself into. And she made up all this talk to make it easy for me and of course see if I was coming up with the truth or just tease me or else... That was very sweet of her and I never told her anything, I was still in hope to find her cat.
So, now I had one pregnant cat that stole my heart and a run away cat that now belongs to me but no idea of his whereabouts. What was the destiny of these two cats? This is coming up next my friends.
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