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HAWKEYE CAME HOME!
HAWKEYE, my BOY, my FURRIEST boy, my FURBYCAT, CAME HOME!
I was lying awake, miserable, watching The Larry Sanders Show and drowning my sorrows in David Duchovny's big gay lust, and hours went by, as they do, as I haven't slept more than 3 or 4 hours a night in the last two weeks, and at 5:30 this morning I heard a MEOW I recognized. I shot upright. It wasn't the Hoop; it wasn't her friend Giant Calico Monster, and it wasn't Backhouse Neighbor's Whining Unseen Cat. It was the broken meower I knew and loved, the little YIP! of my FURRY BOY.
I raced out to my front door, made a "yip," and he came flying in the window meowing and yipping and happy to be home!
He is severely skinny, with a bumpy visible spine and shoulderblades and he weighs approximately zero pounds, but he's clear-eyed and happy and a little exhausted and I fed him a ton of wet food and bought some more today, all his favorite chicken flavors, and I gave him his favorite treat -- water drunk out of the palm of my hand -- and we snuggled in bed all night and HAWKEYE'S BACK!
Thank you for all your sympathy and well-wishing. This here is to prove that not every cat lost in coyote territory gets eaten by a coyote, and that scared patchy cats who disappear for three weeks DO come home.
This post has been brought to you by BIG GIANT SMILE.
Now, my script is due this weekend, so, nose, meet grindstone.
And then I need to think about MOVING. But that's a story for another day.
I was lying awake, miserable, watching The Larry Sanders Show and drowning my sorrows in David Duchovny's big gay lust, and hours went by, as they do, as I haven't slept more than 3 or 4 hours a night in the last two weeks, and at 5:30 this morning I heard a MEOW I recognized. I shot upright. It wasn't the Hoop; it wasn't her friend Giant Calico Monster, and it wasn't Backhouse Neighbor's Whining Unseen Cat. It was the broken meower I knew and loved, the little YIP! of my FURRY BOY.
I raced out to my front door, made a "yip," and he came flying in the window meowing and yipping and happy to be home!
He is severely skinny, with a bumpy visible spine and shoulderblades and he weighs approximately zero pounds, but he's clear-eyed and happy and a little exhausted and I fed him a ton of wet food and bought some more today, all his favorite chicken flavors, and I gave him his favorite treat -- water drunk out of the palm of my hand -- and we snuggled in bed all night and HAWKEYE'S BACK!
Thank you for all your sympathy and well-wishing. This here is to prove that not every cat lost in coyote territory gets eaten by a coyote, and that scared patchy cats who disappear for three weeks DO come home.
This post has been brought to you by BIG GIANT SMILE.
Now, my script is due this weekend, so, nose, meet grindstone.
And then I need to think about MOVING. But that's a story for another day.
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*uses corresponding dog icon for lack of cat icon*
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(well maybe not the morning. since i'm still not asleep.)
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And I am so, so, so glad your boy came home!
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Cat found after 9 years.
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I'm glad he's home safe!
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(Anonymous) 2008-09-12 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)YAY GOOD NEWS.
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