My prodical kitty

 Many of you know who read my blog know that I have two cats.  I got my cats in Hawaii and they have been my travel companions through all these different transitions.  My cats moved with me from Hawaii, Florida, Texas, and now Alabama (and all the moves within each of these places).  They have been sometimes the only constant thing in my life.  There were some days in this past year feeding them is what got me out of bed.  I know this all must sound crazy.  I realize that my cats are not humans.  I know that they are pets. Truth is they have been a part of my life everyday in some way these past 6 years.  I have stories .. crazy stories about each of my kitties.

So here is another one.

June 3:  I was cleaning my apartment and had left the back door and front door to my apartment open. The kitties were hanging out on the steps as they usually do. I had been cleaning for a few hours and noticed that Haku was missing. It was no big deal they go out a lot and sometimes they are gone a few hours. But then a huge storm blew threw and I was sad that she was not in.  I went to church and a dinner and expected to see her when I got home... I didn't.  The rest of the night till 2:00 a.m. I looked for her and waited on the couch by the door hoping she would pop her head in the window to meow at me to let her in...

the next few days were spent calling animal shelters, vets, animal control, walking for hours in my neighborhood, and frankly a lot of crying.  I was shocked at how sad I was.  I was exhausted from constantly checking my doors and thinking of what else I could be doing that would bring her home. I was mad that I had moved her so many times and that if I hadn't moved to Alabama maybe she wouldn't be missing.

After a full week of her missing I couldn't help but think she was dead.  But I kept hearing these crazy stories of cats missing for days or weeks and then showing up.  I tried to hope but it was minimal.

June 12:  I woke up and got out of bed hating my life.  There had been a huge storm that night before and I had only gotten about 2 hours of sleep.  I checked the front and back door as usual and no Haku.  I was getting my lunch together when all of the sudden I heard a meow.  I ran to the back door and in walks my cat!!
AFTER 9 Days of missing ... here she was in my kitchen.  I swept her up into my arms and cried.  I noticed she was so light and frail.  She had a few sores but no broken bones. 

 

 Here are pictures I took right after she walked in.  She just ate and ate. 

My kitty that had been lost came home. 

 

It was the best day. I literally spent my evening just staring at her. I was so happy! and relieved.

 

hoping this didn't all sound too crazy cat lady like.