1048 Sunset Boulevard

Where’s a Video Camera…….?

April 23, 2008 | Pets

When you need one? Last Monday night, I took Teyla out for a walk to get her out of the house while the missionaries were here to give the lesson to Jordan. We decided (Teyla’s opinion was asked) to walk up to Carmen’s old house, and see if we could spot “Max”, the cat that Carmen got when he was just a little kitten, and Jordan was just a little sprite of about three, and the house was brand new. So the cat has to be about eight or nine years old. Anyway, when Carmen moved down here, the cat refused to come. He hangs out at a lady’s house that lives two doors over from Carmen’s house. She feeds him, but the cat looks awful. The fur is coming off of his backside, and Jason looked up cat problems on the computer, and found that it can be caused from stress. The poor cat has been under stress ever since he lost his home. He was mostly an indoor cat. He had his cat door through the garage, and into the back door, so he had the freedom of the yard when he wanted it, but he mostly stayed in Carmen’s house.

Of course, when she moved….he could no longer get in his home…..and he refused to stay with us. He just won’t stay here. We recently kept him for about ten days, and we wouldn’t let him go outdoors at all. We wanted to feed him well, and hoped to settle him down, and pet him, and ease his stress, but it was no use. He begged to go out. So Carmen let him out, and he went back to his “home”.

Well, Teyla and I reached our destination, and Teyla stood on the edge of the lady’s yard, with a child’s faith that the cat would come. All she had to do was call. I was just as positive that there was no way that that cat was anywhere around.

But, “LO!” A little child’s voice rang out over the yard, “Max, come here Max. Max, where are you. Max, come here Max.”

And what to my wandering eyes should appear? Yes, you guessed it. From around the side of the house, and bounding through the bushes, came beautiful Max. And he ran right up to Teyla, and wound around her legs, and then he greeted me, and wound around my legs. We petted him. He’s such a beautiful cat. All bushy in the face, with black and white hair, but the rear end fur is worn off. Anyway, we invited him to follow us home. He followed us almost all the way, but Teyla wanted me to pick him up. I knew that wasn’t a good idea. It wasn’t. He rung away from me, and dashed away under a bush, and there was no coaxing him out. Nope. We came on home. And I’m sure that Max went back to the only home he knows.

Carmen’s house is so sad and pathetic. No one has lived in it since she moved out. The grass and bushes have overtaken it, and it looks awful. I just want to cry every time I see it.