I’m glad I didn’t tell the kids their cat was dead

by | Feb 12, 2009 | Animals & Pets | 13 comments

I found Bob alive and well this morning and coaxed him back up to the house.

I’m glad I didn’t tell the kids their cat was dead.

Barring actually having a cat corpse to prove it – I had enough circumstantial evidence to make my case: I found a blood-droplet trail a couple of evenings ago; the cat food had not been touched for a couple of days; and also, I had not seen Bob (Bob Cat) since before finding the blood. Obviously, something had gone terribly wrong.

I guess cats really do have 9 lives. 

I felt so bad for Bob, I let him hang out in my house this afternoon. Bob is an outside cat, but it was clear he needed a little down time. It looks like he was happy to have returned:


When he adopted us this past Fall, I resisted fully bringing him into my “circle of trust”:

“…with the knowledge you’ve been given, you are now on the inside of what I like to call… ‘the Byrnes family circle of trust.’ I keep nothing from you, you keep nothing from me… and round and round we go.”

– Jack Byrnes (Robert De Niro) Meet the Parents

There were several reasons for my inclusion resistance:

  • He is a tad-bit nippy. But only when shooing him out of the house.
  • The money (de-worming, “fixing”, food, etc…)
  • The responsibility. I barely keep my humans alive.
  • The love and subsequent pain of death.
Be that as it were, the good-natured cat won our hearts.
He was named and fed a can of tuna. He gets dry cat food now.
The “royal treatment” is short-lived around these parts.
He is a good cat… very affectionate, but a little aloof.
I don’t know if it’s due to the fact he is a “guy” or that he is wild. I think he acts “aloof” to make us crazy… does he love us, doesn’t he??

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