The Cat Came Back

Losing and finding the cat

The lost cat poster we never posted, because we’d get too many cats. Poster by Luna and her friends at school we have a new cat called Sita I asked to write the part about the poster and everything after .pippi is thebest

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I don’t mean to write all bummers all the time, I actually live in permanent summer. For the past week, however, I have been really bummed, because my cat took a runner.

Pippi is a street cat who walked in off the street as a kitten. One night, almost exactly a year later, I left the window open and he walked out, unbidden. We looked for him all week but gave up because people kept bringing us other cats of a similar jathiya. Then one day Pippi just walked back into our lives, meowing for his dinner like nothing happened. I’m told that this is normal for cats, who are not really domesticated, but I felt painful abnormal. Now the cat is under house arrest, complete with a tracking collar.

It’s strange, what pains. I can write about all the death and destruction in the world and feel one level of bad, but what really hurt was losing something so small and personal, which wasn’t really lost at all. I write about the wide world but my world is actually very small. I rarely leave my house let alone my spot on the couch. The only thing I’d move my laptop for was that cat, and I missed him terribly when he was gone. I was walking around like my cat had died (which he could’ve) and was unable to enjoy anything. It’s only now that he’s come…