Wednesday, July 31, 2013

runaway cat

today was a day that came with an extra dose of drama. justified drama that left a scar on mary claire's childhood.  

 my neighbor (a nice one) stopped me after my run and asked, "do you have (yes i have a teenage son) a little gray (yes, that is my son's car) cat?" oh thank goodness! when you have a teenage driver and a 10mph speed limit on your road,  you tend to jump to conclusions when childless neighbors approach! anyway, this is the sweetest cat loving neighbor who happened to love our crazy mean cat.  the tom cat who i can't catch to have neutered. the tom cat who is roaming the woods stealing the innocence of underage cats. getting him caught and fixed has been on my to do list.

 
 today would be the day! as soon as i walked in, i told mary claire she had to find and catch junebug. a little while later we were in the car , off to the vet. our cat carrier was too small for his massive self, so we used a collar and a leash. we only had to make it a whole 10 feet from the car to the vet's office door.

mary claire buckled him in for the ride. if i had known this was the last picture of junebug i would ever take, i would have tried harder.


mary claire held on tight to the cat and the leash, but once the door was open he freaked out! FREAKED! scratched her to shreds, got loose and took off for the woods.

junebug disappeared.
 gone in seconds!
vanished into the woods behind the office.
a parenting nightmare!
we looked forever! walked the street, called his name, talked to a couple (scary) people. and left the vet's office catless. with my girl beside herself upset.

 i tried to console her, "at least it wasn't molly mittenbritches!"
"at least it didn't run the other way (highway)"
"we can make awesome posters!"
"remember the cat who walked through three states to find his way home?"
"how about a sonic slush?"

in between the slush, listing junebug on the radio pet patrol, making (and laminating) posters, returning emails, phone calls and meeting with a bride... i locked my keys in the car. no worry, onstar to the rescue! except my onstar  had expired and you have to be in the car to reactivate. bennett leaves work with the truck key. 


we take the country boy pimped out truck back into town to hang posters in the hood. this cat's thug attitude will be to his advantage in this neck of the woods. every house seemed to have a chain link fence around the front yard and a "no trespassing sign" on the front door.

mary claire wanted to offer a huge reward... this long lost dog has dozens of signs all over town, plus a $500 reward. junebug's reward if found will be finally losing his testicles.

 fingers are crossed, mary claire is sending up prayers. i am not holding my breath!

2 comments:

Casey Ferri said...

Just when I thought your posts couldn't get ANY funnier, this one came along!!! Poor MC and those scratches though :(

CathyMA said...

Oh my goodness! Your poor daughter!! Hope you can find him (if that's what you really want, just saying).

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