“Why does the old woman feed Bootsy, mummy?”
“I guess she likes cats T”
“But Bootsy is mine mum”
Then she proceeded to tell me that the next time her cat comes home, I’m not allowed to let her out again. I tried explaining that cats are different from dogs, but she refused to listen. She wants her cat back. Little T misses her Boots.
Just as I was replying to emails yesterday, I heard a familiar meow, I looked up and saw little Bootsy’s face by the window, demanding to be let in, so I opened the window and she seemed hesitant at first, after a little bit of coaxing, she relented.
My husband quickly got her bowl out. We’ve given up leaving her food in her bowl. What’s the point? It always ended up stale since she was seldom home. As a treat, we put some bits of bacon, but she snubbed both her food and the bacon. Clearly, she wasn’t hungry. Within less than ten minutes, she was meowing to be let out again. Remembering little T’s instructions, I tried to ignore her whinging and tried to pet her, to get her settled, when she sat on the couch. But she refused my touch and just kept meowing to be let out, sitting by the window and looking forlorn. After awhile I gave in and opened the window. She leapt out without a single glance and ignored my “Please come back home later Boots! Little T really misses you”
Cats, I don’t think I’ll ever understand them.
Do they know where their homes are?