It’s been just over a year to the day when she left the 2nd time, and now Sammy, the she-devil, is back. It was a real purr-kill to return home after such a pawsome holiday and find her living here again. The first few days were hell. We growled and hissed our displeasure at every turn. The humans thought I hated them, which I did for awhile, blaming them for allowing it. I really don’t know how long she’ll be here either, and neither do the humans.
All Sammy wants to do, when she’s not sleeping inside, is go outside, and has a hissy fit if she can’t. Human mom is concerned that she might meet the same fate as some of those poor kitties whose pictures are attached to the streetlight poles – the missing ones. Once Sammy was taken to stay for awhile at another human friends house by her human. Of course as soon as someone cracked a door open, Sammy wasted no time bolting through it. However, she was in a strange neighbourhood near a noisy main street, all the makings for a cat to get lost because of. It wasn’t too far from our place so my human mom would go and walk around the streets there and call for her, ironically attaching pictures of Sammy to the streetlights poles. For ten days there was no sign of her and they all thought the worst. But that fate was not to be. On the eleventh day, out of the blue, Sammy jumped the fence back into the yard of the other humans who then called my human to come get her. And she was back. Really?! Have you ever seen that cartoon, “The Cat Came Back“…
Did fate bring us back together again? I can’t imagine what for. Did we not learn something before that now needs repeating? I really had no choice in her coming back now did I. It is within my control to try to ignore her and pretend she doesn’t exist and stay out of her way. But then she eats my food, drinks my water and uses my litter box, and her dark fur on the white carpet is everywhere. What will happen now? Will it be my destiny to have to suffer her presence through all nine of my lives? I have no idea; Que Sera Sera.