blivet 2.0

I got phone call about 3:30 today at work. The young girl (8 or 9 I’m guessing) told me, “We found your cat!” I got the particulars from her, it seems they noticed him hanging around several days ago, but didn’t think much about it since he looked well cared for. I excitedly called Audrey who said she would pick Bruce up on her way home.

I was really psyched because I have really missed him — we all have. So when I got home (I’ve been doing some consulting North of town) I was ready to kill the fatted can of tuna and hoped that I wouldn’t cry when he was glad to see me.

Duh! What was I thinking? I’ve had cats all my life…

He was on the back of the couch looking a bit thinner (not hard at 15+ pounds) but no worse for wear and tear. It must help to be the biggest S.O.B. in the valley, claws or no claws. But was he glad to see me? You already know the answer to that, don’t you?

I got about three beats of disinterested stare followed by a resumption of unfocused disinterested stare out the window. ba-dum. That’s how much you were missed hu-man.

Oh yeah, he’s a cat. What was I expecting?

Anyway, we’re all happy again and Bruce even came over later and made bread on my lap while giving me squinty eyes. So maybe he is glad to be back. In a cat sort of way.

Thank you for the good thoughts and messages, everybody!

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