When I go back to the year we got our cat, Sasafras and start calculating, I can’t believe she’s already been with our family for 12 years (and that I returned her predecessor around that same time, too!). She’s been with us through many moves, and babies and she still puts up with us.
Sometimes she acts like she doesn’t like them, but we know she does.
When I was pregnant with the oldest, a neighbors cat came to our door right as I was going outside. Something happened and Sas got spooked. But, instead of running back into the house, she ran out of the house. For most cats, I wouldn’t worry. But our cat has bum knees and never went outside. So, I ran after her yelling for her and calling for her. Barefoot. Pregnant. Outside.
I was a hormonal mess and couldn’t find her. Which, of course, I projected onto my unborn baby.
I reluctantly went back to the house planning my “lost cat” signs.
I walked into the kitchen, and there she was. Staring at me. She did a little head nod and a little ‘sup, mom?
Two weekends ago, the garage door was left open and we couldn’t find her again. But now, our oldest is super attached to the cat. Most nights Sas sleeps with her. Our oldest was super upset. We were all canvasing the neighborhood trying to find her. I decided to come and check the house one more time.
My last pass was checking under the beds. Yep. You guessed it. There she was again “‘sup, mom? Why are you looking at me like that. Could you put that bedskirt back down please?”
Call off the search party. She’s been here all along.
Yeah, we love her, that crazy cat! And we want the best for her.