This past Sunday was Samson’s first birthday. Samson is the “youngest member” of our household. He is the subject of a previous blog post. Then he was a skinny kitten with his whiskers cut off. Now he’s a handsome mancat with luxuriant curling whiskers and a mischievous streak.
The humans were going to celebrate Samson’s becoming a mancat by giving him extra cuddles and good things to eat. But when mommy went to look for him on the morning of 14 July (yes, Samson’s birthday is on Bastille Day), he was not to be found. After looking in all the closets and under all the furniture, the humans thought and thought and decided that Samson must not have been home the evening before. But when did he go out? Mommy reviewed the front door security camera recordings and there he was, outside the front door at 9:55 am the previous day. Samson had been away from home for 24 hours! Unfortunately, about 10 minutes after Samson left, the gardener arrived and proceeded to make all sorts of commotion by the front of the house. Samson might have come back had it been quiet, but we believed he was spooked by the noise and took off for parts unknown (but quiet).
Well, naturally, the searches began at once. Mommy went one way, then daddy went the other way and they kept it up all day. Even grandma got an outside ride out of it in her wheelchair, which made her happy. The other humans weren’t happy because Samson was not to be found. They comforted themselves with the thought that cats get bolder during the night, so maybe Samson was keeping a low profile while the sun was out and would get home after dark.
Well, darkness came and still no Samson. The humans continued to walk the neighborhood calling for him. Mommy began to really worry about him. Maybe he had gotten run over by a car. (There were no flattened kitties on our street but what if he went to another street, what if he was able to get himself off the road to die???) Maybe he had been in a fight with another animal and was hiding somewhere, hurt and afraid, maybe too sick to get home. Mommy started talking to her twitter pals about it and sharing her worries made her feel much better. She also started working on a “lost cat” poster for Samson to distribute throughout the neighborhood the next day. All through this time, she kept checking the video camera
at the front door just in case. And at 12:46 am, she saw a couple at the front door and one of them had Samson in his arms. Mommy ran to the door before they rang the doorbell. In the meanwhile they had put Samson on the ground in front of the bowl of food mommy had left out for him.
When the door opened, he totally ignored the food and ran into the house. I guess he likes it here, after all. (He did scarf the food down once mommy brought it inside, then he made himself comfortable on the dog bed).
Samson found his way home because he has a collar tag with the humans’ name, phone number and address. This isn’t the first time mommy has gotten a call about an errant cat. As much as she tries to prevent it, Jami gets out the door on a regular basis and she’s gotten calls from neighbors to come pick him up. Jami, however, always reappears after 2 – 3 hours and meows louldly to be let back in. Samson was gone for over 36 hours. This incident just reaffirmed mommy’s belief that an address tag is a good thing on a cat, and so are good neighbors. She sees an excellent bottle of wine in these people’s future.
Oh, Samson’s Birthday celebration has been moved to next week. We all need to recover from this experience.