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The Black Cat
December 28, 2006 | Category: In My Life
This morning when CD got up at dark o'clock and headed off to work, there was a young black cat in the driveway.
It purred and rubbed his legs and did just about everything it could to say "Hello! I'm tame! And hungry!'
This evening, when we returned from teh free Festival of Lights at Brookfield Zoo (amazing, pictures later) - it was baaaaaack.
It followed Bear up the front stairs and into the house. Like we wouldn't notice an extra furbot in the place.
Ah, well.
We fed it, and watered it, and patted it. Clearly someone's beloved pet, it is used to small children and was very timid and respectful to our Grand Old Dame, Maggie.
We decided to take a picture of it and try to find its owners.
But it wasn't spending the night IN our home, we agreed. Because first off, this is Maggie's House - full stop. She'd old and very unhappy that this little peppy black smudge of a thing wanted to play. Second of all, little smudge of a thing TALKS. A lot.
Up to me to put it out.
I carry it out to the front porch, give it a pat, and close the door. Turn around and it was standing in my living room.
Blinking at my so flirtatiously and purring like a motor.
I chased it down the hall, caught it, and tried again.
Yeah. This happened like 6 times.
My mother was having laughing conniptions by the time I finally managed to get me and the cat on opposite sides of the closed door.
Now it is out in my driveway under the window, screaming as I type this that it wants to come back IN.
Is it possible the ghost of Zazzoo has come back to adopt us?
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