A week later on April 17, 2010 , the volunteers (who were all so wonderful to me), told me I was going home. They kept petting me (I didn’t do hugs back then, either) and telling me how happy they were for me. I wondered if they had me confused with some other cat because surely I hadn’t been adopted. A little while later I smelled a familiar human scent – it was a human who had petted me before in my cage, but I didn’t know who. I looked up to take a peek and there she was; it was Mother, and she looked so happy! She was accompanied by an entourage of humans who I later found out were my new relatives. They all came to see me! The next thing I knew I was in a carrier (well, a cardboard box type of thing) with my bed from my crate, and off I went in the car to Queens, NY. (I never slept in that bed again. I never went near it. That part of my life was over and I was happy when Mother finally threw it out.)
About 90 minutes later I was home. It felt so strange to say that word – home. The last “home” I had ended up with the humans moving and me being thrown outside, left behind, to fend for myself. I had a feeling Mother wouldn’t be like that, though. The house was already set up for the arrival of a queen, complete with fancy dishes, scratching post, beds and catnip toys. Not to mention treats. I took a look around (after a quick trip to the litter box), and then jumped in the kitchen window. It was so long since I was able to do this. I missed the birds! I turned around and looked at Mother to say “thank you”, and at that moment I gave her my heart. We’ve been in love ever since.
Birds! Oh birds, how I've missed you so. |