A SWEET CAT NAMED CASSEROLE
A
SWEET CAT NAMED CASSEROLE
BY
JORDAN TATE.
October 12, 2018
It's not a scoop, a
writer's life can be very dragging and solitary at times. For those
who know what writing for a living looks like, you're certainly very
familiar with what I'm speaking of. This impression of being isolated
at all times with dozen ideas stuck into your mind, trying to emerge
on the paper.
As far as me, I tend
to find peace in the company of animals. Two years ago, I adopted
MINUIT, a female cat, whom I found abandoned in a park most likely by
one of these cowards that consider the house cat like the old sofa
when it comes to moving into another city or another house: Should we
keep it? No, it doesn't suit the new house, probably not, it's too
cumbersome, let's put it in the bulky waste, or for the cat let's
leave her in the residence's park, she'll probably do very well,
after all, cats are very independent creatures, they don't need
anyone…One of these stupid cliche you probably heard a million
times! Along with cats can fall from any height and get back on their
feet, or cats have nine lives… Anyway, I found this tabby and white
cat left alone, sad, dirty, and skinny and took her, she's been
sharing my life for more than two years now and became a very
stubborn and spoiled young lady, which you probably noticed on the
social networks.
A few weeks ago, it
was in September too, season of the moves, of the professional
transfers...Season of what about leaving the cat in the park he'll do
fine, after all cats are independent creatures...I met with a lovely
and very affectionate black, white and red cat, that was sitting just
in front of my building and meowing heavily. It looked like they
wanted to communicate, especially with me, and obviously was a
domestic cat, and had been or was someone's pet.
I stayed with this
cat for a few minutes, until kids arrive and frighten them, so the
cat went into hiding and I headed for my daily activities. When I
came back the cat was gone. A few days after I went out and met with
the same cat again, only this time, they had recognized me and meowed
even louder, I believe they most likely smelled I'm also a cat
owner...This cat acted with me as if they had known me for months.
They started rubbing their head against my leg, and meowing so I open
the door, when I did, the cat stood before the elevator, we have two
elevators in the building actually, it's a huge tower with 14 floors,
and the cat knew both elevators, they also started meowing
insistently before the lifting device and scratching the door to ask
me to take them in. Not a straight cat evidently, as I never met one
that was so familiar with elevators! The cat let me pet them and
cuddle them and kept communicating with me.
I didn't know what
floor the cat wanted to go, and asked several neighbors about my new
furry friend, a few of them told me that this cat was a woman's pet,
apparently she lived in one of the highest floors, but none of them
seemed to be able to tell me her name or the floor. I began feeling
concerned about that cat and thought of them for days, beginning to
consider a new adoption, as they didn't have a collar, and I couldn't
find their owner….
Several days went
on, I met with another neighbor who described the cat's owner, but
still couldn't tell me her floor and her name. Infuriated I was
certain the cat had been thrown out of the house just like Minuit
before them.
So I began going
out several times a day with an eye toward meeting the owner and get
explanations. If she didn't want her cat anymore I would probably
adopt them. I still didn't know if they were male or female at this
time and if they would get along with my spoiled lonely girl Minuit.
It was 18 pm when I
decided to go out a last time before dinner to try to meet the cat's
owner, as soon as I open my door to go out I heard: Meow! Meow! The
same insisting voice! God it's you, you found me I said, I turned
around and saw them! The red, black and white cat, they were sitting
in front of a door and scratching it asking to go in...The door was
my next door neighbor and obviously the cat knew this place very
well!
I remember asking
the feline “Is that your house kitty?” When someone went out of
the elevator, a woman, fitting the other neighbors description, she
saw the cat and immediately asked did she come up? She took the
elevator? Did you bring her in?
I replied I didn't
and I didn't know this cat was hers, I added how happy I was to meet
her as I thought her cat, who was a female, was abandoned. I was
feeling reassured that her owner actually exist.
Actually the cat's
owner was my next door neighbor's new partner, she had brought her
pet with her from another region, and CASSEROLE, that's her name,
it's french for saucepan, (don't ask me why) was used to live in a
house with a garden and to go outside, so my new neighbor used to let
her out as she was working, and take her to the apartment when
returning home.
Not sure I would let
Minuit out as I'm absent, but that's what I would call a very happy
ending!
I spent weeks
feeling concerned for this cat, wondering if they would get along
with Minuit, and If I had to adopt them, even seeking a name for that
future companion, and feeling heartbroken every time I was leaving
them outside meowing in front of the building's door...Only to find
out she was my next door neighbor's pet, a sweet and smart cat named
Casserole who certainly was so familiar with me because she knew that
I was living next door!
By Jordan Tate
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