Some of you may have heard how a few months ago, a fawn coloured kitty arrived at my back window - which doubles as a door - one snowy Saturday morning. I'm sure I tweeted to everyone about his arrival. Anyway, peep #1 let him in 'cause he was crying and it was snowing and she thought he might be hungry.
Over the next couple of months, we saw more and more of Carson. Yes, the peep even gave him a name. Not that he was ever gonna to come live with us or anything. There are already twelve cats in my house and that's a lot of cat! But she said she couldn't keep on calling him cat or kitty or kit-kat like peep #2 was doing. Kit-kat sounds like a chocolate bar and cats aren't allowed chocolate. What a silly thing to call a cat! Every cat deserves a proper name, she said.
Peep #2 thought Carson should go to the Valley Waag Animal Shelter where they would take very good care of him until he found a forever home. The first peep didn't want to do this 'cause she just wasn't sure he didn't already have a home. Carson was friendly so definitely not feral. He could have been abandoned but she kept saying he was a good weight when he arrived and looked fairly well cared for... although he had NOT been neutered, I'm afraid.
Eventually, Carson was spending most of his days and all of his nights here at my house. It was okay though. He wasn't much trouble. He got along with everyone except for nosy neighbour cat but none of us get along with nosy neighbour cat anyway. Actually, we had a lot in common. I was beginning to think we might be getting a new addition to our family. I suppose thirteen is no more work for the peeps than twelve... not that any of us are work. That's just one of those silly expressions peeps make up. I figured that any day, Carson would be going to the doctors and gettin' himself neutered and needled before coming home to live with us on an official basis.
But I was wrong. Three weeks ago, Carson had a tasty lunch before heading out to play and we never saw him again. That is... until this past Wednesday morning.
Peep #1 heard a sweet little cry and recognised it immediately. She went looking for our friend Carson. Before finding him, she started to hear louder, not-so-sweet cries and growls and then, on the veranda, she spotted nosy neighbour cat sitting in the chair Carson used to consider to be his. Carson was telling nosy neighbour cat, "Hey, I may have been gone for three weeks but that's still my spot!" Next thing she knew, there was fur flying everywhere. Dark grey coloured fur... fawn coloured fur... lots and lots of fur... as I said, FUR EVERYWHERE!
The two of them somehow managed to move away from the veranda and onto the lawn - if you want to call it a lawn 'cause the peep is not very good at growing grass except in her flower beds - and continued the roly-poly fight over there. The peep headed out to break it up. I don't know what was more scary... the yowling of the two cats or the sight of the peep in her nightie out in broad daylight. Thank goodness the school bus didn't arrive just then 'cause I don't think those kids could have handled the sight. Oh, and did I forget to mention 'bout her hair? Never look directly at peep #1's hair first thing in the morning. It'll send shivers down your spine.
The peep managed to get Carson into her arms. She looked down at nosy neighbour cat to see a tuft of fawn coloured fur in his mouth. Hmmph! She brought in my friend and gave him some breakkies.
Anyway, after eating Carson went back out and we haven't seen him since. Peep #1 says she's now sure that he's got a home. Probably got out when his peeps were on holiday or something 'cause peeps here in Canada sometimes go away for weeks on end during the winter. Maybe whomever was supposed to be looking after him couldn't get him back inside. Once he was hanging around our house all the time, they'd never be able to find him. But his peeps must be back now and I guess he just came over the other day to say hello and let us know he was okay... and to give that nosy neighbour cat a piece of his mind... and a chunk of his fur.