Buddy the Gourd!

Months of Updates

November 21, 2004

I suppose a lot of you have been quite worried. The last time I managed to make an entry in my web log, I had been captured and sent off to the veterinarian with no consciousness of if I would ever return. I was just getting used to my new place. Being the only cat, living in the big city and then whoosh, the rug was pulled out from under me, and I'm hanging out in a cage in a room full of other cats, worried that this was to be my fate, never to have my own home again. The people in that place were nice. But nothing compares with having your own personal human, whose life revolves around you and thinks about nothing but your happiness.

I want to thank everyone who sent notes of concern and encouragement. I greatly appreciated them. And for those of you who didn't write, I know that you were worried and so now I just want to assure everyone that I'm okay and I'm back home. I've been back for a long time actually. For months! My confinement only lasted about a week, although it felt much longer and of course you can imagine that the negative effects took a while to wear off.

When Frances finally picked me up and brought me home there was a visitor at the house. An older Frances. She was very funny. She wouldn't let me sit on her lap or anything. When I tried to come close, she blocked my way with a pillow. Frances spent a lot of her time trying to make the older Frances happy and so I don't think I quite received the home-coming that I deserved. But I survived. Oh, there's so much to tell you about. All of this happened in the summer, back in July.

In August, Frances spent many hours painting. That was fun. Watching paint dry. I know some people find this boring, but not me. A lot of paint didn't quite make it to the walls and landed on the floor. One day, I was right in the path of a big glop of paint as it came falling to the floor. "Since when did I sign up for a game of paint ball?" I asked Frances. But she didn't get the joke. As usual, she's not the brightest bulb.

Well, I'll try to sum things up a bit. As the months have passed, it's gotten colder and darker. Frances is taking a class besides going to her stupid job. She spends hours in front of her computer and one night a week she doesn't get home till very late. It's very annoying for me.

I also haven't told you about the cat that hangs around outside. It's black and white. I do believe it's a common outdoor cat with no home. When I look through the back windows, sometimes I can see this cat hiding out in the bushes. One day Frances and I discovered him sitting on the porch railing looking through the window and staring at us. I do my best to scare him away. I know that Frances is secretly feeding him. She thinks I don't know. She's worried that I'll get mad at her. That Frances.

Oh yes, some of her friends visited during October. I liked them. It was fun to see them all and I think they were quite nice. Frances likes them. But they were very loud all of them together and I found myself wanting to retreat to my secret hiding space, the box on the top shelf in the closet.

Now everything is quiet again. I find myself getting more adjusted and happy with this quiet life. I remember late one night waking up around 3 a.m. I found myself to be so happy, I just started to purr. There was no good reason for it. Something about the way the room felt. How I was sitting in a nice warm, comfortable place. The darkness and quiet was soothing and I was just happy. I feel so much better now.

- Posted by Smuf at 11:34 AM