I imagined her to be in her 60s or 70s, with her hair up in a bun, a boxy cardigan on and sensible shoes. It’s funny how we think of stereotypes, I blame the movies and literature. The reality was, she was nothing like the woman I painted her to be.
Boots has had about four escapes since my husband cat-napped her back and we’ve managed to carry her back in until her last attempt.
I like to have a lie-in during the weekends. Most times my husband just lets me be, this particular day though, I heard a door bang and his voice say “I think you should know the cat escaped again while you were sleeping”.
I got up, complete with dishevelled hair, still in my pjs, grabbed my coat, zipped it up and headed outside. I went to the alley behind our house and saw her on our neighbour’s fence, but a dog heard me and started barking which of course frightened Boots away.
I sighed and went back home ready to accept defeat. I announced “Well, if she doesn’t want to be with us, I’m fine with that!” And crawled back under the duvet.
After awhile the doorbell rang. I was hoping he’d get that, but he was obviously somewhere else. I opened the door still in my pjs. It was her.
Yes, I might have been right about her age. But she wasn’t in a cardigan and wasn’t wearing sensible shoes. She had a sporty parka on and trainers. The kind of woman of a certain age who walks a lot, or maybe even runs She didn’t look familiar though, that means she did her walking elsewhere and not on the headland.
As soon as she said, “I think I have your cat” I knew it was her. I thanked her and said that I’ll ask the husband to fetch her since I was still in my pjs.
We have a feeling that the only reason why this time, she took it upon herself to look for us was because Boots was wearing a collar with our number on it now. If she kept her in again, she wouldn’t be able to claim that she doesn’t belong to anyone. When my husband told her that Boots was chipped, she was actually surprised. I really think that’s the last time we’ll ever hear her from her again. The mystery is over. Darn it, it was so much more exciting in my head!
As of writing, Boots hasn’t made any successful escapes out again.
Have you ever tried to keep an outdoor cat in?