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Caturday Pootie Diary: Visitor [1]
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Date: 2025-05-03
Tuesday
Freddie was asleep on the foot of the recliner, spread out between my legs and on top of the furry blanket. It’s been his favorite way to spend the evening since the weather cooled. He was so stretched out that the only thing holding his head up was the blanket stretched between my feet. Without it, he would have been half dangling off the edge of the chair.
All at once, he was fully awake, sitting up and staring out the door. I looked too, but didn’t see anything.
“What is it?” I asked, looking back at him.
From the periphery of my vision, I saw a flash of white shoot by the screen door.
Freddie practically flew off my lap and was instantly at the door.
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“Was that a possum?” I wondered, getting up to look out the screen door. I reached over and flipped on the back patio light.
There was nothing.
“Where did it go?” I asked the cat at my feet.
His full attention was on the backyard, so I stopped pestering him and scoured the yard myself. The light was not terribly powerful so the edges of the yard were in shadow too deep to make out anything that might be hiding there.
With a shrug, I flipped the light back off and headed to the kitchen to do some dishes.
The dishwasher was half loaded when I heard it. A loud, croaking meow that was not in Freddie’s voice. “Is that a cat?” I wondered, turning off the kitchen faucet and walking to the back door. Freddie threw his entire body at the door as I walked up behind him and the strange cat in question ran for it. I caught a flash of white and black fur, but only the vaguest shape of a cat before it was gone again.
I turned on the light again, hoping to catch a better glimpse of it before it disappeared again, but I was too slow.
Our new cat friend was gone.
“Open the door!” Freddie demanded.
“Absolutely not,” I said.
“I have to catch it!” he insisted.
I looked down at him, raising an eyebrow. “And do what? You gonna fight that kitty?”
His front paws danced with his excitement and agitation.
I bent down and stroked his fur, attempting to calm him. “You can’t fight that kitty,” I whispered.
I gave the counter a final swipe with the sponge and tossed it into the sink. Kitchen clean, I walked back to the couch, passing Freddie who was still staring hard into the darkness of the yard.
“I don’t think it’s coming back,” I told him, walking past him to retake my place. I reclined my seat and picked up the furry blanket, hoping to entice him back to me.
He ignored me completely.
“Are you going to ignore me all night?” I asked. “For a kitty you don’t even know? Who is probably not coming back?”
“It might come back,” he murmured.
“And if it does, you’ll be able to hear it from here,” I said, patting my lap.
He turned, finally, and looked at me thoughtfully. “That looks nice,” he said.
I patted my lap again.
Reluctantly, he stood and walked to me.
Wednesday
Freddie followed me down the stairs, eager for his breakfast. When we hit the first floor, I walked directly to the back door and opened it as I always did, letting in some fresh morning air. Blinking the last of the sleep from my eyes, I headed for the kitchen and his food.
Once the fragrant food had been scooped onto a clean dish, I picked it up and turned to his food mat. I stopped, surprised not to see him trotting over to it. Looking around, I spotted him immediately.
He was at the screen door, staring hard into the backyard. His nose was in the air, searching for a scent on the morning breeze.
“It’s not out there,” I called to him. “It probably went home. Come eat!”
He did, with much less enthusiasm than normal.
While he noisily ate, I carefully measured out his insulin into a small syringe. Once that was done, I went to my customary spot on the couch and got myself ready for him. When he was done eating, he'd come sit on me to get his shot and his treats.
When he was done eating, he did not come sit on me.
He sat at the backdoor, watching.
I rolled my eyes.
Thursday
"Still?” I asked, watching Freddie watch the yard.
“It might come back,” he said.
I shook my head. “I don’t think so. I don’t think it was an outdoor cat. Just a temporary escapee.”
“Might come back,” he said, quieter.
Friday
"Do you miss having another kitty to hang out with?” I asked him. I was sitting forward on the part of the couch closest to the backdoor, while he kept up his tuxedo kitty vigil.
His head whipped around and his eyes made contact with mine. “No!” he said.
“You don’t want me to find another cat to adopt?”
“You’re mine,” he whispered, fiercely. “I’m not sharing!”
I held my hands out in a placating gesture. “Okay, no worries. I just don’t want you to be lonely.”
“I’m not lonely,” he said. “I have you.”
“Then why are you looking for this cat so hard?”
“I. Am. Not. Sharing,” he said, maintaining hard eye contact with me.
I laughed. “I’m not going to steal someone else’s cat,” I explained. “I think it was just on a walkabout and was curious about us.”
He turned back to the door. “I’m gonna make sure,” he muttered.
Happy Caturday, Peeps! We did receive a visitation from a curious tuxedo (I assume — I didn’t get a good look) and Freddie has been obsessed ever since. As I said, I’m pretty sure it’s not a stray but someone’s indoor cat who escaped.
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