Wednesday, 19 August 2009
The cat came back and wouldnt stay awayyyyyy..
Old Mister Johnson had troubles of his own
He had a yellow cat which wouldn't leave its home;
He tried and he tried to give the cat away,
He gave it to a man goin' far, far away.
But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Away, away, yea, yea, yea
The man around the corner swore he'd kill the cat on sight,
He loaded up his shotgun with nails and dynamite;
He waited and he waited for the cat to come around,
Ninety seven pieces of the man is all they found.
But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Away, away, yea, yea, yea
Ok.. enough of that.. you can read the rest of it online if you wish! The song was written and is sung by lovely Rolf Harris and all will become clear as you read on.
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On Sunday my parents found a cat outside their home. She looked very miserable and yowled a lot at them, and of course they stroked it made a bit of a fuss of it, and fed it (as any cat lover would do when looked at with those lovely eyes!)
Of course, Moggie knew she was onto a good thing. She had found some humans to be nice to her, and feed her, so she hung around. About 2.30 on Monday morning, my mum woke up hearing some very strange noises. It took her a while to work out that it wasn't my dad snoring.. it was the cat!!! Somehow it had teleported itself into their house through the locked cat flap and was demanding all the normal catty things ( love me! feed me! give me a nice cushion!)
My parents have a cat flap as for many years they had a beautiful ginger puss called Olly who is now in the Elysian Mouse Hunting Fields of Heaven. RIP dear Olly!
Monday morning
Moggie got taken to the local vets, who looked her over, scanned her looking for a microchip that might identify who her humans are. Sadly she is not chipped so no joy there. The vet said its best not to feed her, and she will get fed up and go home. My parents put the cat out at the end of their lane (its a very quiet road) and it toddled off..
Monday afternoon
Guess what? The cat came back. More yowls and unhappy cat noises were heard, and in the end Moggie got what she wanted (as before.. feed me love me, feed me some more and then leave me alone to let me sleep)
Moggie also got to spend some quality time snozzing on my parents sofa, and generally being happy. By now, my mum had started to ask around at the local cat shelter, and putting a thread on the local forum with a photo.
Tuesday.
The local forum came up with a possible lead for us.. at a fairly nearby Sainsburys, someone had posted pictures of a dark tortie cat that was missing. I called the Sainsburys branch (three cheers for the Internet for the phone number!) got the telephone number off the poster about the lost mog, and called the owner, who with high hopes, gave me her email address so i could send the photo over to her.
Sadly, a few moments later, the owner of missing cat Fudge emailed me back to say Moggie wasn't hers.. so the search goes on.
Tuesday night
Moggie again teleported into my parents house through the closed cat flap. They don't know how she does it.. its either magic or brute force of pushing the cat flap open. Frankly, I prefer the former :-) because cats are Magic!!
Wednesday
With her wonderful computer skills, my mum designed and printed out various sizes of a "Found" poster with a picture of Moggie and their phone number on it.
Moggie is on a waiting list for a place for the local cats shelter, where Billy and Lilly came from.. my mum emailed the boss of the shelter, mentioning our two cats in her message. Amazingly, a year and a half after we got them, this lady remembered us, and remembered Billy and Lilly too!
I know that Moggie will find a good home, if not her original one, eventually.. I will keep you updated as the saga of the Cat who wouldn't stay away continues.
*Thursday Morning update*
The cat formerly known on my blog as Moggie will hereby now be called "Crunchy" after the credit crunch! (No, it will Not be known as the Cat formerly known as Moggie! lol)
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3 comments:
My computer skills are nothing compared with the ingratiation skills of said pussy cat, temporarily named Crunchy (after the credit crunch!)
What a wonderful story. Can I put money on the cat never actually going to the shelter?
What a lovely post, Anna... well written.
I think it's obvious what has happened here. The ghost/spirit of Olly has either 'organised' Crunchy to come and look after Ma n Pa, or has reconbobulated into Crunchy.
So why are they putting Crunchy in a shelter? Crunchy wants to live with humans, and s/he has chosen the right people.
I look forward to updates!
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