Many of you have seen on my facebook page where my beloved cat, Fuzz Butt, has been missing since Sunday. I had actually given up hope of him returning when my son dropped him on my bed in a very unceremonious fashion, and said, “Be Happy!” I almost wept. Actually, I still might do that. He’s such a mess with burrs in his undercoat and he smells a lot like gasoline. I’m guessing he got himself into a garage and got shut in. Only my ding-a-ling cat would do something like that.
In the last few days he has been gone I have through a lot of thoughts about him. I have thought about how is mother kept hiding him from us and got him into places I would never have thought possible. I thought about the many times I have woke up with him sleeping just next to my head. He would get as close as possible to just touch my hair and let me know he was there. I have thought about his silly little crazy antics at the window when I come home from work and he’s meowing at me to hurry up and come get him so he can cuddle. It’s been so fun actually having a cat who would follow you around like a dog might. He does the head bonk (cat people will know what I mean) leans in to have his forehead kissed. He purrs when I pick him up and gloats like he just did all this so I would hold him even more. Those of you who are not cat lovers won’t get this. Cat lovers will understand. The last few days have been miserable and I have felt his absence in a way you would miss your best friend.
Now, to the “punishment” part… he will never, ever, ever get to escape again. How I am going to keep him from escaping is the part I have to figure out, but I will do it. I can’t take his loss like this ever again.
Serious cuddling in my future, and some serious “cat proofing” to get done.
