She just couldn't stay away
May. 11th, 2007 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
qatarperegrineWhen I was a kid, our neighbors had two cats named Kittypoo and Muffy. I remember this vividly, because every night the wife would stand out on the back porch and call them home in a high-pitched voice: "Kiiiiittypooooo! Muffy!"
I vowed that if I ever had a cat of my own, I would give it a name I wouldn't be embarrassed to shout out to the neighborhood.
Half an hour ago -- while walking through my compound making tutting noises and shouting "Tribble! Trib-trib! Where are you?" -- I suddenly realized that I failed.
I'd been on my way to bed when it dawned on me that I hadn't seen or heard from the cat in quite a while. The door to the back porch had been open for hours, because she likes to sit out there, taking dustbaths and stalking insects. It's always seemed fairly safe, because although we knew that she could jump to the top of the wall and subsequently out of our yard, she didn't know that. Tonight was, apparently, the night she had her little kitty epiphany and decided to take off for foreign parts.
Eventually I found her. She heard me calling and ran back along the wall, from wherever she had been. Her expression was so un-Tribble-like that I actually checked her collar to make sure it was her; I guess that, wherever she went for the last few hours, she had a major Life Experience. She let me pick her up and take her inside, but I'm really not sure if she was relieved or annoyed.
Right now she's thoroughly and systematically re-exploring the house to see how it's changed in her absence. I can track her progress by the occasional jingle of her tags and the weird mewing sounds that caused us to name her Tribble in the first place. I wasn't very keen on getting a cat before we got her, and to be honest I didn't like her that much at first, but after I spent 45 minutes imagining what might have happened to her, those little jingles and mews are awfully comforting to hear.
I vowed that if I ever had a cat of my own, I would give it a name I wouldn't be embarrassed to shout out to the neighborhood.
Half an hour ago -- while walking through my compound making tutting noises and shouting "Tribble! Trib-trib! Where are you?" -- I suddenly realized that I failed.
I'd been on my way to bed when it dawned on me that I hadn't seen or heard from the cat in quite a while. The door to the back porch had been open for hours, because she likes to sit out there, taking dustbaths and stalking insects. It's always seemed fairly safe, because although we knew that she could jump to the top of the wall and subsequently out of our yard, she didn't know that. Tonight was, apparently, the night she had her little kitty epiphany and decided to take off for foreign parts.
Eventually I found her. She heard me calling and ran back along the wall, from wherever she had been. Her expression was so un-Tribble-like that I actually checked her collar to make sure it was her; I guess that, wherever she went for the last few hours, she had a major Life Experience. She let me pick her up and take her inside, but I'm really not sure if she was relieved or annoyed.
Right now she's thoroughly and systematically re-exploring the house to see how it's changed in her absence. I can track her progress by the occasional jingle of her tags and the weird mewing sounds that caused us to name her Tribble in the first place. I wasn't very keen on getting a cat before we got her, and to be honest I didn't like her that much at first, but after I spent 45 minutes imagining what might have happened to her, those little jingles and mews are awfully comforting to hear.
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Date: 2007-05-11 09:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-15 02:43 pm (UTC)Maia used to love going exploring. One time I heard what sounded like the start of a catfight but when I went outside I found that Maia had somehow, in her terror, run up the OUTSIDE of a twelve-foot-high hedge and was sitting on top. Loved the outdoors, scared literally shitless of other cats. :-)
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Date: 2007-05-18 06:08 pm (UTC)Where by "good" I mean "usually not very good."
As I was wandering around the compound looking for Tribble, I was also remembering doing the same for Maia -- and hoping that Tribble would also just be curled up in a cupboard somewhere.