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So I realized that I've never gotten around to updating on my whole cat situation. It actually has changed quite a lot. For starters, he hasn't come back. He hasn't let me see him OR hear him. I still hold out hope that I'll hear of him sometime soon, but there's no guarantee and I doubt I'll be surprised if I never see him again.

Poor guy.

Stupid idiot.

Sigh.

Anyway, so a few weeks passed without a cat at all. Not that it was much change, all it meant was I didn't have to keep food out or change little box. It's not like I could touch or play with him anyway. In this time, I started going to the SPCA on my days off to help out a little. Mostly I go, sit in the room with the cats and let them climb all over me. I pat them & play with them so they won't be so lonely. You'd be surprised how desperate the poor little guys are for attention. The workers try to spend time with them, but there's so much to do & not enough time in any given day.

Anyway, I went and it was fine. I enjoyed myself, but I didn't meet any special little one. I went back and on my 2nd trip in, I met her. I went into the adult room first, then into the kitten room, then I went into the in between room. She was sitting there, curled up all comfy, watching me. She looked up at me, our eyes met and bam! It was the weirdest thing ever; it was like she looked into my eyes & saw my soul. Rather as though she had managed to see that bit of me that nobody ever sees & found that she didn't care one way or the other what she saw. I was who I am, and that was fine by her.

I sat down on the floor to play with them. I didn't dare go over to her, in case I was imagining her or some fool thing like that and started to play with the cats. She stayed where she was & just watched me. Stared her head off, but didn't move. She wouldn't come over when I tried to entice her, but just watched me. Finally the rest of the cats started to wander off and I got up. I went over and held out my hand. She sniffed it politely and looked up at me. I picked her up and started patting her. She just got comfortable, started purring & let me. At this point I went and found a worker while I was holding her & asked who she was. Her name is Ariel, just like the Little Mermaid.

After a bit, I put her down & patted her one last time. I was running late for an appointment. She looked up at me as if to say, "Thanks for that" and tucked her nose under her tail to go to sleep. The reason I hadn't met her before was because she'd just came in a few weeks before and had immediately fallen sick, so she'd been in the back room trying to get over it.

I went home in a right state. I wanted that cat. I wanted her more than I'd wanted ANYTHING in a very long time. But, when I told my folks, I got the response I expected, and was told not right now. I moped around the house for the rest of the night, not realizing why I was so miserable. Before I went to bed I clued in that I missed my cat. It was weird.

Anyhow, I understood why my folks wanted to wait a bit, so I didn't push it with them. I told them that when the mice came back, they'd be very hard pressed to stop me. After that infestation last year where nothing we tried would dispose of them, I'm quite convinced I'll have a cat forever now.

So I just took it to a higher power. The HIGHEST power. I prayed about her. I told God how much I wanted her. I've never wanted a specific cat so badly before. I've always wanted a cat, but it wouldn't have mattered who, so long as it was a cat. I asked him to please keep her safe for me & could he please hold her there for me until I could get her? But if it wasn't okay for me to have her, could He please ensure that she got placed in a GOOD home this time, with somebody who would love her & dote on her the way she deserves. Still, I really would like her & could He please help me get her?

I went to sleep. Had crazy messed up dreams about that stupid Little Mermaid from the movie. Finally around 6 I got up to use the washroom. No big deal, I do this pretty much every night at least twice. I went back to bed & turned on my music. I was just starting to drift back off to sleep when I heard the characteristic CRACK that the mice make when they squeeze out of the little hole in my wall. I was instantly wide awake, hoping that I was hearing things. I didn't get up, but lay there, listening with all my might. After about 5 minutes, I heard it. 'Scuffle, scuffle, scuffle!' I sat up & turned on my lamp, so I could watch as I listened. It was hardly 2 minutes when I saw the little monster run across my floor and hide in a bag of grocery bags I had on the floor.

I do mean little too. He was small enough he could have sat on one of those old silver dollars & not spilled over the edge. Well, I was out of bed with my stuffed bear & upstairs in under a minute. I slept on the laz-e-boy for the rest of the night, trying not to cry. I was just remembering the last time & freaking out that they were still going to say no I couldn't get my cat.

Well, they didn't say no. They didn't want to, but they let me get her. Rather, they let me foster her. Which means I get her for a little while without paying the adoption fee. If I end up keeping her, I pay the adoption fee then. Normally they won't foster out healthy animals. They'll only foster out the ones that need special attention to get better or special attention to break their shyness. But when I explained what was going on to the girl at the SPCA, she let me foster Ariel for now, even though she wasn't sick or anything any more.

We had a brief scare that she might be starting to be pregnant after we first got her. I'm pretty sure now that she was just in heat, but I'm trying to keep an eye on her. Apparently if she is pregnant, just as soon as we're sure, they'll have her spayed. I'm not sure I approve of it, since it sounds very much like abortion, but the vet technician made a good point. They'd rather operate and have the kittens sounds asleep & not fully formed instead of having to put down cuddly kittens in 3 months when nobody wants them. Apparently the cat never seems to care or be bothered by the fact that somebody stole her babies & it's easier.

I see their point. But I'm still praying frantically that she isn't pregnant. I need to get her spayed, but I don't want to have to make her have an abortion. Needless to say I'm stoked. It seems like WAY too many coincidences to be coincidence. Besides, I don't believe in coincidence. Everything has a reason. EVERYTHING! Might not always be clear what the reason is, but there always is one. ALWAYS!

Anyway, that's the scoop. Black little lad has run away, orange little tabby has taken his place. For now at any rate. She's the most loving cat I've EVER had. She comes running when I call (sometimes), follows me around, sleeps with me, sleeps on me when I'm watching movies, meets me at the door when I get home from being out. It's great. She really likes water too, which really messes with my head. I swear if I'd have let her in the tub when I was having my bath the other night, she would have jumped all the way in, the way she was playing with the water. It was really weird. Cute as all get out, but weird.

So I'm off. I work today & need to go get ready. Off topic, Pinky passed his inspection. He needs a new wheel bearing on his front driver's tire, but that'll wait for a month or two. I was some pleased. Ariel has ear mites & if I'd had to fix Pinky this pay, I wouldn't have been able to get her looked at.

V

"The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, The sun forbear to shine; But God, who call’d me here below, Will be forever mine." -John Newton, last official verse, Amazing Grace.

Le Sigh, Stupid Black & White Moron.

Well, the cat hasn't come back. I saw and heard nothing until yesterday evening. He started carrying on like he used to while I was trying to sleep. So I got all excited and went out to see if maybe he was hanging around. I didn't expect to be able to get near him or anything, I just thought maybe he'd let me catch a glimpse of him.

Nothing doing. I did however get to meet the little guy who had gotten mine to go outside in the first place. Loving little buddy, almost all black, but he(she? I didn't pick him up to see.) has a splotch of white on his nose that spills down one side of his chest. His paws are white too. He was friendly as can be. I had taken some food out to try to lure my cat out of hiding and this one just bold as brass went up to Marvel's (my cat) dish and started eating out of it. I took it away from him, after all, who am I to feed somebody else's cat? Especially when I don't know who owns it. The neighbours on one side have an indoor cat, so it's not theirs. And the neighbours on the other side have a white poodle, so it's definitely not theirs!

In the end though, I left the food out all night, just in case Marvel was hiding out of sight super hungry, but scared to come closer. Some of it was gone this morning, but I have no way to tell who ate it, my guy or that other little one. The little black and white fellow followed me around the yard like a puppy though while I looked with the flashlight to see if I could find my idiot stick. I wish Marvel would be so friendly. I just want a cat that I can pat once in a while, lavish some love on. Poor thing thinks I'm out to get him when I would never do such a thing.

Apparently the neighbours with the dog saw them together though. They took off once the neighbours got too close, but that's a comfort anyway. I know he's not hurt somewhere or anything horrible like that. I still hope that he'll come back though. I'll deal with an out/in door cat if I have too. I'd rather have an all indoor one, it's safer, but I'll take what I can get. I expect he'll be back once it starts getting cold. He knows there's warmth and such here at any rate. That's something.

Stupid black & white idiot. I swear, it's like he's psychotic. At least he's outside now. If he wants to spray, have at 'er. If he'll work up the nerve to come back, I'll take him into the vet & get him fixed. That way at least I'm sure I'm not letting him spawn random wild babies that will cause problems out and around the area.

I just figured I'd update. I don't think anybody reads my blog, but just in case they do, I figured they might be curious as to what's going on with the moron. Poor little moron. I don't know what to do for him.

V - "Sometimes at night when I go out, the cookies watch me." -Anon.