cara
Master Chef
I knew the cat would come back
So, when I was posting earliler this morning I was sporting the mother of all headaches brought on by Lou and I consuming overmuch quantities of really great rum the night before. I'd made up my mind to go the shelter but adoptions didn't begin till 1pm. Horrid as I felt, I had to get to the market first...so I went out to start the car.
When I came back in to take a quick inventory I glanced in the yard, as I always do. There was Maxi (I'm pretty sure it's a girl) sunning herself on the potters bench as she always does. I ran down to the basement and opened the back door, calling for her. She came running across the snowy icy lawn, almost slipping on it, stopping right in the open doorway. I was so happy to see her that all thoughts of catnapping went right out my head as I scooped her up. I put her down on the floor and she immediately went to where I'd had her dishes. Only the water dish was there, however. While I may be a poor housekeeper, even I won't leave a crusty cat food dish lying about. I took the dish stand upstairs and she made it up the stairs faster than I did. I opened a 6oz can of food for her. She proceeded to wolf it down in less than 5 minutes. I'm convinced no one is feeding her or the others, for that matter. If that was the case, no way she would have eaten all that food. She even drank half the bowl of water.
I had to leave for the market, and continued to shop with a mixture of happiness for the return and misery for the ice pick that was still imbedded in my left eye.
I bought a cat carrier while I was out. I'm going to take her to a vet tomorrow. They are open on Sundays, yes?
I see absolutely no clues beneath her tail. Does that not suggest girl?