Cats are thought of as solitary animals. From time to time I tend to agree. Dogs are pack animals, so are elephants – well, actually a group of elephant are a parade or a herd, either way, when it comes to cats, no one can really agree. Enough about that, let me get to the meat of the matter. For a very long time, I was an only cat. It was just my person and I. Sometimes there would be roommates, occasionally those roommates had animals, I liked them just fine-ish (remind me to tell you about the teacup Chihuahua) but at the end of the day, it was just her and I. Until a few years ago.
It was when the weather gets colder and my person and I had already been living with her man-person for a handful of years. One day, my person’s friend, curly haired lady, came over with a big pink box. The pink box (gasp) meowed. Inside was Cleo, maybe 12 weeks old, and let me tell you, I was not happy. But, after a couple of days, and an hour being locked in the bathroom with the 4 of us, I began to enjoy her company. It was the first time in a long time I ran up and down the halls and played and shared my food, it was a wonderful decorated living room tree time. But then, something happened.
Curly haired lady came back, she frequently visits so I didn’t think much of it, but when she left – I couldn’t find Cleo. At first I figured she was in a new hiding place, as cats we find them all the time but she never came out. I looked and looked, nothing. At one time, I thought she needed coaxing to come out of her hiding place so when my person was at work and her man-person was home, I took all the toys Cleo played with and brought them into the hall and yelled as loud as I could over and over, she never came out. She was gone.
The story, obviously, has a happy ending. Curly haired lady brought Cleo back. I still don’t know why she had to go, maybe it was to get the rest of her things or something. We’ve been all together ever since. I always thought I enjoyed being an only cat only to have my opinion be changed. Unbeknownst to her, Cleo has taught me a lot , mainly she taught me that not all outside people that knock on the door will harm me, which is good. Cleo is a bit skittish around curly haired people, but I keep trying to remind her, no one is going to take you away again.
