Following the incidence with the Bully Cat in our carport three weeks ago, and perhaps coincidentally with much cooler weather, sightings of Lilibets went dark. That is to say, as quickly as the stray cat made us her new best friends, she vanished. Pretty and I became alarmed when she didn’t make her normal breakfast and dinner times but assumed she must be “wintering” at Neighbor John’s house in the heated condo he provided. Perhaps he now served Fancy Feast, too. I skulked outside John’s house so many times looking for a glimpse of the cat I was afraid I might be mistaken for stalking. (Skulking a lot is not the same as stalking.)
Being the Alarmist that Pretty knows and calls me, I began to imagine the cat had been mauled by the Bully Cat, lay meowing for help, dialing 911, being run over in the road because that is how an Alarmist’s imagination works…until…
Last week I passed Neighbor John’s house on my regular morning walk and who should I see sitting as big as you please in the sun in his driveway but our cat Lilibets. Naturally, I began to speak to her, to tell her we missed her, wouldn’t she like to drop by for a meal every once in a while. She looked at me with utter disdain, as if I had been a complete stranger making a fool of myself. I picked up the fragile pieces of my heart and walked home.
When I relayed this story to Pretty, she said Okay, this cat is officially all yours. When I protested, she said no, no – all yours.
This morning was a glorious fall day for my walk.
Coming down Cardinal this morning
Passing by Neighbor John’s house, I gave my usual check for Lilibets, and what do you think I saw?
Lilibets herself under Neighbor John’s truck in his driveway!
Again I called to her, said how happy I was to see her, how had she been? Nothing. I was apparently dead to her. Somewhat sadly I walked the few houses down to our driveway where I saw her water and food bowls Pretty had bought for her when she named her Lilibets.
I saw Neighbor John’s truck go past as I walked up the kitchen steps and waved to him. He didn’t wave back.
Then I went inside to do the regular feedings for Spike, Charly and Carl but came back outside a few minutes later only to spy her royal highness Lilibets.
I wasted no time in preparing her favorite meal.
she wasted no time in eating it
Such a happy ending for an Alarmist. Who knows when my cat will return, but when she does, her new name will be Carport Kitty.
Stay safe, stay sane, get vaccinated and please stay tuned.