If you haven’t read part 1, click here to read it first.
The next day, after dropping Little T off at play-school, my husband and I decided to go back to the woods to see if we could find Boots, our cat who sometimes thinks she’s a dog. We also decided to bring our cat carrier in case we, by some small miracle manage to find her.
As we drove to the church, my husband told me not to put my hopes up that chances are, she wouldn’t be there, that she probably found a house nearby and found refuge there, or decided to roam the woods and have an adventure. He reiterated, she is a cat after all.
I wasn’t so sure about that actually. She wasn’t just a cat, she was Boots – little T’s cat, she is no ordinary cat at all.
So off we drove to Minster. It looked strangely empty and the place emitted an ominous feeling. I was ready to be disappointed.
Minster church, if it could speak, what would it have said? “Silly woman, do you really think you would find your cat again?”
I would reply, “She’s not mine. She’s Little T’s and you don’t understand, she’s not just a cat – she’s Boots!”
Down we went into the woods, re-tracing our steps yesterday.
Past the bench where we met the first family of dog-walkers…
through the bridge where little T and her dad played Pooh sticks…
Walked along the Valency river where Doc had his impromptu bath to try to take away the cow dung matted on his coat.
“Good morning ducks, have you seen Bootsy our cat?”
Quack, quack, quack!
“A cat in the woods?”
“We’ve only seen dogs and their humans”
Quack, quack, quack.
This is the place where we last heard her meowing.
“What are the chances, we’ll find her here?”
I asked my husband as I clicked the photo above.
He replied, “Fifty-fifty”
In spite of his answer I called aloud, “Bootsy! Bootsy!”
And then it happened, we didn’t even have to wait long.
And then I saw her emerging from the woods.
She actually waited on the very place where we last saw her, as if she knew that we would come back for her.
She kept meowing as if to say “What took you guys so long?!”
“Bootsy! You waited for us!”
It took awhile though before we managed to get her in the cat carrier, as you can tell from her photo, she wasn’t pleased about it AT ALL and kept meowing all the way back home.
Meow, meow, meow!
“Did you really have to put me in that thing?! She complained.
Then stormed off to eat her food…
groom herself …
Then fell into a deep, deep, deep long sleep.
Yes folks, we got our happy ending!
Little T was over the moon to get her Bootsy back.
As for the cat, she’s grounded.
This post is linked-up with PODcast’s #WhatsTheStory
Have a lovely week!