No, not another dead pet. Hurrrrrrrrrray!

Kitty, shadow, psycho, whatever you want to call him – our black cat is not dead.

After no sight nor sound for several days, we thought he had come to a possum-like end on the road, like Marcella and Fluffy before him.

I resisted the urge to write about this when I talked to you this morning. But after I pushed publish, I decided to go for a wander down the road to find the body.

There was no sign to the north although a bunch of pine cones gave  me the wobblies for five minutes (is there a term for a bunch of pine cones?) Every funny looking tuft of grass made me queasy – I SO did not want to pick up another carcase with a spade and have a funeral procession to the nice, shady spot behind the magnolia (actually I have no idea what the tree is, but it sounded pretty).

Waving to passing traffic while looking earnestly into the long grass (reminds me of golf actually), mournfully calling out ”kitty kitty” and not really expecting anything to come of it.

Well! Imagine my surprise when I hear a pitiful meow from a huge blackberry patch about 200m south of the house (and fortunately, strong enough to allow me to think it wasn’t nursing horrible and death-defying injuries from being introduced to the front grill of a speeding car).  In fact, I think I got just as many scratches getting him out of the blackberry but they were licked better by my grateful little feline friend on the walk home.

He doesn’t just have a purr now – there’s a freight train a’comin’!

Now I can’t wait for the kids to walk through the door this afternoon (now that makes a change doesn’t it!)

Kitty (as opposed to our other cat Puss) but otherwise known as Shadow or Psycho Shadow, depending on his mood!