Monday, 8 June 2009

Bongo Goes Missing!

Well... Cat Mother blames it on the weather and it is true 2 say that we simply want 2 get out and about more now that it's lighter earlier and later.

So we live @ the end of a terrace of houses and the wall on the right has a 4 ft fence on it and all the neighbourhood cats, not just us, easily climb up onto the fence and thereby escape 2 the millions of flats or the great outside which essentially consists of a bus route and a high street, a train station and loads of other stuff and people.

Cat Mother gets it in2 her head after I went missing 2 purchase these black plastic spikes and Adam from upstairs eagerly agrees 2 put them up on top of the fence Sunday 31st May as he has 2 8 month old kittens, Honey and Adelaide, whom he also does not wish 2 lose. Within minutes of the spikes going up we'd figured we cud gingerly tiptoe on the spikes 2 get out but coming back was a lot more tricky! Course! With me being streetwise and all I knew that the front door (via the main road) is another way in. All I have 2 do is ensure Cat Mother is in and thenjust cry loudly and somehow she always hears me and lets me in. She is not happy about this but she daren't complain as it is this shrewdness which has kept me from going missing!

Bongo, on the other hand, being unable 2 say boo 2 a goose, only knows the cat flap entrance in the garden door and 2 get there we now had a massive spike hurdle.

At 10pm, Cat Mother and Bongo went 2 sleep and around 30 minutes later I came in, climbed the stairs 2 the loft bed and plonked myself on Bongo so we could have a snugfest. Now b4 I go on it must b said that Bongo does like his own space and he isn't always into this tactile brotherly love thing which I frequently promote. He is all male and sometimes barely tolerates my soppiness.

On this occasion he was not in the mood and snarled at me angrily! He got up and even as Cat Mother struggled 2 keep him, moved sulkily down the stairs and out the cat flap. This was the last we saw of him and it is day 8 as I write.




When he hadn't re-appeared by morning as Cat Mother left 4 work, she knew she'd lost him. She didn't want 2 believe it and left 4 work with a heavy heart blaming herself 4 having those spikes mounted. She contacted Adam when she got home and asked him 2 remove the offending spikes.

Tuesday she'd had posters made and circulated them in the neighbourhood.

From Wednesday, any time I went anywhere there were people trying 2 capture me, ringing Cat Mother thinking I am Bongo. She'd 4gotten 2 mention that I have a yellow and black collar and am slim and more vanilla than brown whereas Bongo has a red collar, is quite a big cat and is more brown than vanilla.

I miss him terribly and keep looking 4 him endlessly and wandering around listlessly. I wish Cat Mother didn't have 2 go 2 work and understand she has bills 2 pay.

True 2 her word her calendar is pretty empty in June and so when she is not working she'll b around 4 me mostly. She has got some leaflets printed but she 4got 2 get the red collar thing on there 2 avoid wasted phone calls. She mentioned she'd had loads last week whilst she was working and all about me. She has also talked about moving on and getting a replacement in September when she comes back from leave! That means I'll b going into the cattery on my own!




I an just so used 2 doing almost everything w/ Bongo that imagining a life w/o him or with another cat is strange. In the meantime I have Honey and Adelaide 2 keep me company and of course Marmite from next door...sniff...sniff...not to mention Chrissie's 6 cats from 2 doors down...sniff...sniff...a week on and the spikes have been replaced with a panel of wood 6ft high 2 c if that will stop us from going out 2 the main road...will they never learn?...we r wanderers and explorers @ heart; and extremely resourceful. We have the will and there is always a way...