hi everyone I know I’ve been MIA forever I’m sorry but let me make it up to you by telling y’all the story of our mystery visitor.
A couple of months ago I woke up at night every now and then to hear meowing outside our window, but I never saw the culprit, and eventually forgot about it.
A week or so later we left out a pizza box with a slice left in it. Next morning Ron gets up for work and wakes me up to find out what the hell happened in the kitchen.
Naturally I, the country girl, started completely freaking out because I was imagining all the different creatures that could be secretly living in our house. Ron, the city boy, thought this was hilarious. I did not, because I was busy imagining waking up to a possum or a wild rat sitting on top of me in bed.
We did more investigating that afternoon and found little dirty paw prints on his computer desk, and the sink counter in the bathroom. Too big to be a rat, small enough to still be a possum, or a small cat.
Over the next week, we notice more small signs that SOMEONE is exploring our house in the midnight hours, but no more clues.
Then, one night, I’m sitting in our bedroom straightening my hair, and notice movement out of the corner of my eye. I look to the doorway and see a dark, bushy tail disappearing into the main bedroom, which we haven’t moved into yet because we haven’t set up my bed from home yet (different story). I quickly run and close the main bedroom door, then run to the entertainment room where Ron’s gaming and shout “I CAUGHT IT”.
I rush him to the bedroom and we open the door, and nothing’s there. That room permanently has a window open for an old air con vent, so clearly the intruder escaped.
At this point, obviously, I have come to the conclusion of cat.
We go away for the weekend (ANOTHER story, so romantic omg), and when we get back, we set up the bed and move into the main bedroom.
A week later my friend shows up on my doorstep crying and holding her 2 year old (oh my god another story I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long) and later we’re hanging out the back and chase the toddler back inside. When we all come out, her little snack pack of salami and cheese is missing all the fucking salami. I’m like “THE CAT!! IT WAS THE CAT!!”
We still have not properly met our regular visitor.
Then we have an irresponsible moment and buy a smart TV for the bedroom. I’m sitting in bed watching youtube and it happens. WE MEET.
He jumps right into the bedroom like it’s his own domain. We finally have our moment of true contact. He sniffs my hand. I pat him. He tries to bite me. He butts his head against me asking for more pats.
I gently coax him into letting me pick him up so I can bring him to Ron, who’s gaming online with the guys. I enter the room, call out “Ron!” and he looks away from his FPS and goes “...oh boy.”
Next he’s explaining through his mic that he thinks I’ve just adopted this stray cat.
Thing is I don’t think he’s a stray. He looks well fed, fairly groomed, he’s so comfortable with me.
As you can see from these photos from the NEXT night, where he is getting settled in our bed.
But he also gets very enthusiastic about food, and his claws are getting pretty long and sharp.
It’s maybe possibly not helped by me, encouraging him, and cuddling with him. Admittedly most nights since the first, Ron has come to bed and had to move the cat from his spot.
Since then, I have told Ron’s family about it, who all want me to have the cat because they know how much I want one, and gave me all the possible ways about how it might be homeless and need me to care for it, and basically they got in my head and I started fucking FEEDING him.
So now he’s coming by earlier during the day and leaving later and he keeps butting his damn head against me looking for pats and it’s so fucking CUTE and he has the most high pitched meow.
A couple of nights ago I was having a bad day and Ron wasn’t home and I had cereal for dinner, and no food left for the cat, and I got super stressed out about him clearly waiting for food and reaching for my bowl so I put him outside and closed our bedroom window. When Ron joined me in bed later that night I told him and said I felt really bad but also less stressed about this cat that wasn’t mine, and he was like “hmmm the cold front’s supposed to start tonight” and I got so guilty and stressed about the cat that I couldn’t relax until we heard him jump in from the bathroom window lmaooo.
I have since talked to some neighbours, and the next step is to get him scanned/take him to the vet to see if he’s microchipped. If he is, I’ll contact the owner and talk to them about what’s going on. If he’s not, I’m adopting him and spending my month’s salary on cat things.
Also, I’ve nicknamed him Boof. Because he likes to boof his head against me and also because he is clearly a boofhead.
And EVERYONE who even slightly knows me knows I’ve been dying to have a pet, especially a cat, but I’ve been waiting till the new year to make sure I’m ready and financially stable enough. And out of nowhere this cat starts just forcing his way into our lives. About a week after I bonded with Boof, I was explaining the situation to one of Ron’s friends in the car on the way to dinner, and said how I’d been wanting a cat for so long and suddenly this one appears, and Ron interrupted me to say “you didn’t manifest this cat” and I’m like “but I think I MANIFESTED THIS CAT”
If I do end up taking him in, we’ll be modifying the house so he can’t get outside without a leash or something anymore, and I’ll be doing everything I can to make sure he’s still properly stimulated at home. We live on a busy intersection so there’s no alternative for me. If we do find an owner, I will sadly but earnestly ask them to try to keep him inside from now on, not only for his safety from traffic, but also because I don’t want the responsibility of something happening to him while he’s with me and he’s not mine.
I’ll update y’all as we go. But whatever happens, I feel very blessed to have met and bonded with Boof.
