My parents, who are in their mid 70s, have always loved pets. We always had multiple pets when I was growing up. A couple of years ago, they downsized, moving into a mobile home community for seniors. At the time, they were down to one cat, Pester1, who was a senior himself.
About a month and a half ago, Mom told me the sad news that Pester had a stoke, and had to be put down. He was almost 18, so he had a great run. For the first time in 51 years, my parents do not have a pet. That’s two years longer than I, the eldest child, have been alive!
This past Friday night, Mom sent me a text: “Look who came to visit!” She sent a picture of Dad with a beautiful orange tabby on his lap. Apparently they were sitting on their back deck enjoying their wine, when this cat wandered along and decided some attention was in order. She said they’d seen it around before, but this was the first time it came up to them. The thing is, their community has a strict rule that cats are to be kept indoors, or on a leach or harness. They aren’t supposed to be loose roaming the community.
Yesterday (Saturday) morning, Mom texted saying it turns out the cat doesn’t have a home, and that “stupid people left him when they moved.” (I don’t know how she found this out). So they’ve decided to give him a home. My wife said to my mom, “see, the world saw your void, and gave you a cat!”
They went out and bought food and things, and last night they sat out on their deck again… but no sign of the cat.
I haven’t heard from them this morning, but I’m sure they would have told me if they’d found the cat. I really hope he comes back. My parents are so excited about this! They’ll be really bummed out if they don’t see him again.
1Pester was a black and white cow kitty. His original name was Pepper. He was a very in-your-face cat, so his name got altered early on.