Last night, I came home, got out of the car, and opened my garage. I expected nothing out of the ordinary to happen as it was a typical Saturday night. As I walked to the garage door, I heard a meow and a cat appeared from out of the shadows and approached me without hesitation. It was a little on the skinny side and had no collar.
I could tell it wasn’t a feral, as it wasn’t skittish or frightened when it saw me, and I could also tell it was a little hungry. I went inside the house and fetched a bowl of water. I brought it to the cat, who was walking around and yowling loudly before I gave it the water, which it immediately drank. I stepped out of the house then went to go buy some cat food. When I got home the cat was still there, still meowing, and I poured it some cat food.
Though the garage remained opened, the cat did not appear to have intentions of leaving anytime soon. So for the night, I decided to leave the garage open a crack to give the cat the option of leaving in case it was a neighbor’s outdoor cat or staying if it had no home and wanted food and shelter.
I ran the possibilities in my mind. If the cat was indeed a stray and wanted to stay, I should try and find the owner before trying to adopt it. I would have to get it to a vet and get it groomed and cleaned. Overall, I was quite excited at this furry ball of possibility.
The next morning, I went to check on the cat. Its food bowl was completely empty, and there were a few single fur strands in the water bowl. I looked around the garage, looked under the car, and I meowed out loud. The cat was gone.
And now I felt disappointed. This almost felt like a one night stand. The cat used me for food and shelter for a night and then left without saying goodbye. And I felt like a clingy girlfriend with too many expectations.
So farewell mystery cat. I’ll keep an eye out for “missing pet” posters, and you’ll always be welcome in my abode.