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Kitty Cats

November 19, 2008

I had to leave Fig and Sy with Stacy because I don’t have a home, yet. It breaks my heart but know that they are better off with Stacy right now and she’s so happy to have them! I’d been telling Fig for awhile that we were going to leave. But then in recent weeks told her that I was going away for awhile but would come back to get her. Ouch, this hurts. I tried to tell Sy but she’s still a rambunctious kitty who’s only focus is to grab whatever is in front of her . . . she would untie my shoelaces, climb my leg and when I would lean down she would grab my head or jump on my back depending on the angle. Dang I miss them!

It was 70 degrees the day I left (unseasonably warm for 11/5) so I had the back door open as I loaded my car. I always let the cats out into the backyard in nice weather – it’s fenced in. Sy had jumped the chain link fence into the neighbor’s yard and climbed the tree in the yard. So I would have to keep one eye on her when I let them out. Fig hadn’t escaped since the previous summer . . . she would scoot under the wooden fence into the apartment parking lot to the north of us. At the beginning of the summer I had packed it down with dirt but over the summer squirrels and bunnies probably made an escape route under the fence. Still, I had just had Fig out the previous day and she stayed in the yard. I called for the cats when I had to leave and Sy came running so I put her in the house. I heard the jingle of Fig’s collar but didn’t see her in the decaying plants in the yard. So I went out into the alley and over to the parking lot and sure enough she was trying to find a way back under the fence. I grabbed her and brought her in and she immediately ran down to the basement and crouched (our apartment is upstairs). She was playing hard to get – she knew that I was leaving.

I’ll go back to Chicago in the spring to pack up and get the cats . . . but I’m starting to think that I might need to take a trip back sooner just to see my babies. I told everyone that there was no way in hell that I would be back in the winter. . . but my heart might pull me there in the freakn’ dang cold. I hope that Sy remembers me . . .

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