Let's talk. So we got this cat, Carl, right before my dad died, right? He was so little and cute and pretty much my favorite thing ever. He was a little crazy, but that doesn't mean that I didn't love him so much. And having him was such a blessing, especially while dealing with the recent wounds of my dad's death.
So we have him for five months. Love him so much! Then, one night, he runs out and doesn't come back. We were so, so, so sad. I legitimately think I cried, and I don't cry over animals often. Anyway, we were very sad. His leave of absence turned out to be a blessing, however, because my roommates and I discovered a starving stray (Lucy) up here in Logan about a month later, and my mom probably wouldn't have agreed to take her in if we still had Carl. Don't worry, we checked her for microchips and put up flyers and knocked on doors and everything. She doesn't belong to anyone. Also, she'd been roaming the neighborhood for two weeks, according to the neighborhood, so it was a good thing we took her in.
Well, last week, guess what? The vet calls and says that someone found our cat! Yay! We were so excited! It was the perfect day to be reunited with Carl, because I was having a really hard day with life and death and everything. It was so good to see him! He'd grown up SO much. Wow. We are so grateful for the family who took care of him for the last five months. We thought he was dead! I personally thought he had been sacrificed on an alter by some creepy teenage kids. But no! He is alive! He was a little sick at first, but he is doing well! He is adjusting to Lucy, and seems to remember our house perfectly alright! The only sad thing is that I had to go back up to Logan two days after we found him again.
See? A miracle. I was feeling so down that day, and finding our little Carl was exactly what I needed.
Look at the difference from when we lost him to when we found him:
Still the same cat, but so much bigger! So happy to have him back! I just love him so much! I just want to cuddle him all the time!!
Another requirement for my future spouse: he must love animals as much as I do.
Signing out,
Mandie
