Ya know... I didn't know if I was going to blog about anything this weekend, but something just happened definitely blog-worthy. Nothing insane, but something that I think people might find interesting.
You know, I've always heard that cats have nine lives, but I've always kind of been the one to keep that in check. No, I don't shoot cats, and no, I don't hate em', either.
Quite the contrary, actually.
Since as far back as I can remember, I've always had a cat. Even during my mission, in one area I lived with a family who had a cat named Misu. The problem is... All my cats die. As time has passed, I just have kind of accepted it as an irony of the universe. I, who love cats, can't keep a cat for more than a year without it dying - no matter what I do.
Anyway.... About a year ago (or two or three... I don't really remember) My wife's (before she married me) roomate's cat, who later became my wife's cat, who later became my wife's brother's cat, who later became
my family's cat, and who I thought was dead 2 months ago decided to show up on our window-sill today.
Yes... I've heard the stories of cats who disappear for months at a time, are considered dead, and then resurrect somehow to appear at their owner's place to live another day. But I've never experienced it.
Riley, our cat, disappeared about 2 months ago and we haven't seen anything of her, and I just thought it was another fate of the universe telling one of my cats it was time for her to disappear, never to return.
Oh well... It's kind of good to have her back - although she hates our other cat, Silver, who is the only cat I've had for more than two years, solely because he is afraid of his own breath. He never goes outside, and runs as if demons were attacking him whenever anyone other than our family comes into the house.
Oh yeah... Riley hates our kids, too. Ohwell... Welcome back, Riley. May you live yet another year.
Here's a pic of her taken today. Skin and bones, but happy as a hamster to be back with people who will feed her.