Friday, September 9, 2011

A turn of the tides

Today marked the 21st day that Bombaata was gone.  I have done a lot of grieving for him over the last 20 days.  I went about the usual routine this morning, and went to work.  I took DQ to school, then went back to work.  As I drowned in paperwork and titles, I missed a few calls on my cell.  Around 11a, I looked at the phone to see two numbers that I didn't recognize.  Now since I have plastered my phone number all over the city... internet...  etc for the past 21 days, it is nothing abnormal to see numbers I don't recognize.

I listen to the messages.   The first is from my next door neighbor, saying she has seen my cat a few doors down.  I feel in my gut that although her heart is in the right place....  it's not him.  You see he has a "twin" nearby, and people have mistaken the twin for my baby.  The second is a message from a lady two blocks away, and when she said "my husband and I were grilling out last night, and I think I saw you cat.  He came out from under the neighbor's shed while we were grilling our steaks."  My brain was saying BINGO.  Bombaata might hate you, but when you break out the food, hes your best friend.

I have had so many dead ends.  I couldn't bring myself to race out of work, and run to see if it was him.  I called the lady back, and told her that as soon as I could get away from work, that I would be there.  45 minutes later, I was headed to her house.  Her house is about two blocks from mine, and the kicker... I had been in that area looking for him multiple times.  At least every other night.  I get to this woman's house, and she comes out of the door.  She guides me around the back, where she saw him last, then gets a call on her phone.  I walk around calling his name.  I am seeing no sign of him, and losing hope fast.  I keep calling, and something tells me to look over the fence.  There he is, trotting toward me between the fence and the pool that is on the other side of the fence.

He can't get to me through the fence, so he backtracks and runs around it.  I walk toward him, thinking he is heading to me, but he is startled, and he runs under the shed.  I drop down on one knee and hold food in my hand and call him.  Gingerly, he comes out from under the shed, and comes to me.  It is him.  There is no doubt in my mind.  I couldn't ever forget his sweet angelic face.  Ever.  I tell the woman (who is still on the phone) that this is my cat.  I am holding him.  He is muddy, dirty, and so thin.  He seems weak, and is trying to get away from me, but I put him in the car, and give him his food, then shut the door.  I turn to the woman and thank her over and over again, then hug her.  I tell her how special this cat is to me, and how very much it means to me that we have been reunited.  I ask her if there is anything I can do to help her, and she says that she has a cat who is pregnant, and she will need home for the kittens.  I tell her that I can't take on any more cats right now but I will try to help her find homes for them.

I bring my baby home, and make sure he is OK.  I get him more food (he is eating enthusiastically right now) then I make sure he has fresh water.  He follows me around.  It breaks my heart to go back to work.  But I am also thrilled that he is home.  My sweet kitty is home.

I bust the news on FB.  I text my friends.  I am so happy.  Today couldn't have been better.  M bathed him for me as he has fleas, and was so dirty.  He has a few scratches from fights with other animals (I assume), but none are infected or really severe.  I call the vet to get him in, and they say that he is eating and drinking, so there is no immediate medical emergency, and that they can get him in on Tuesday.  I spent the entire evening tonight with him.  He won't leave my side.  I've been coaxing him to eat.  He has spent the entire evening on my lap.  I get up to go somewhere, he follows me.  I get Vampire ready for bed, he sits right outside the bathroom.

M goes to the garage to unplug the baby monitor I have had in there for the past 21 days (and have attracted all sorts of critters from kitties to opossums with the food I have in my "trap").  I am in the bedroom near the other half of the monitor, and I hear, "I'm so happy Bombaata is home.  I love you."  Then he unplugs the monitor, and I shut off my end.  I can begin to let go of the turmoil of sitting at the back door waiting for him, being afraid to be away from the house in case he comes home, and being sad that it is raining, and I don't know if he has shelter or not.  The relief is immense.  I am so very happy.

I am concerned about how thin he is.  He was in the early signs of renal failure last year, and I hope this hasn't made it worse.  He is so weak.  He has been sleeping a lot.  I hope that in time, he will rebound from it.  He isn't any spring chicken, though.  He will be 13 in March.  Whatever happens, I am glad he is home.  I am glad that from here on out, I will be able to be there for him.  He won't have to go through it alone.  I will be there to hold his paw, and comfort him.  I am so very thankful to have finally found him.  The girls are thrilled that he is home.  M is thrilled to see me smiling again.  My parents are happy.  Life is good.

20 minutes after he was home

A shot to show you how thin he is.

After bath, and laying on my lap for awhile.

Skin and bones, I hope to get him healthy again.

Aunt TT

Friday, September 2, 2011

When life gives you lemons... throw them right back at him.  Well it backfired on me this time.  He threw them back at me and now I'm sporting a bruised ego and spiraling into a black bottomless pit.  Why you may ask?  What can be so horrible in life?  Well...

1.  My beloved cat still isn't home.  As of tonight, he will have been gone for 14 days.  Last night he was gone one day for every precious year I spent with him.  13.  I woke in the middle of the night and could have sworn I felt his weight on my body.  As he used to stretch out across me and snuggle with me.  I cried.  Realizing I may never feel him with me again.  Be able to scratch his shoulders like he liked or feel the comfort of him by my side after a hard day.  To those of you who aren't animal lovers, I know you may not understand the depth of my loss.  You may not understand why I mourn a cat.  But he was one of my best friends.  He may have just been a stupid animal to you, but he was a faithful friend, and very much like a child to me.  This is really hard for me.

2.  The scholarship that we were accepted for by the Dept. of Education in the State of Ohio has been taken from us.  Why you ask?  Due to the way the custody papers read.  A school that is not in academic probation paid for DQ to go to school last year, b/c that was the district that her biological mother lived in when she left the children.  The state of Ohio informed me on Wednesday that we are now NOT eligible for the scholarship.  She explained that this happens to 3-4 people a year, and I'm just one of those people.  This is heartbreaking for me.  My only option is to fight to get the school district that her mother used to live in to drop us and refuse to pay for us, get the district we do live in to pay for us, and re-apply for the scholarship next year if the stars are aligned in all the right positions, and I dance a little jig in my underwear, on the 6th Tuesday of the 14th month of the year.  OK... so I am being dramatic.  But I do have quite a few hoops to jump through, and none of them are easy.

3.  One of the ladies I work with just lost her 26 year old nephew in a tragic motorcycle accident.  My heart goes out to the family.  It is a very sad story indeed as the car he ran into was being driven by a 19 year old girl.  She is being charged with a 2nd degree misdemeanor of vehicular homicide.  The 26 year old boy leaves behind a pregnant girlfriend, and a family who loved him very much.  As well as many friends, etc.  Very sad situation.  She has been out of work, and I do understand that she does need to be, but it puts a lot more stress on my all ready broad shoulders.

Now....  I will end this on a good note and discuss the good in my life.  As I know it isn't all horrible.  I apologize to my friends and loved ones if I have been moody, and irritable.  I am just under so much stress right now.  I am so very depressed at the loss of my furry little guy.  Please bear with me.

1.  The co-worker who's grand children were nearly killed by a drunk driver last Thursday has given us a ray of good news.  The 1 year old's eye socket was shattered, but she is healing very nicely.  The children have been at home since Monday night.  The 2 year old has a shaved head, and has to wear a helmet due to the bones in her skull having to be removed, and the holes they had to drill to keep the pressure off, but she is recovering as well.  She misses her hair, but hair will grow back.  The impt. thing is they are alive, there was no paralysis, no brain damage, and the wounds they did suffer will heal.

2.  My children are healthy and happy.  DQ isn't taking this move very hard.  I nearly cried when she said goodbye to her friends, but she just smiled and said goodbye.  She is excited to start at the public school on Tuesday, and hoping that her friend Gabby from her old school will be there.  She has been a real trooper.  No complaining.  No whining.  Just going with the flow and trusting that I am trying to do my best by her.  Vampire is doing fairly well.  She is still stubborn and obstinate, but she has had only 1 biting day out of 10.  She is talking a little clearer.  She loves for me to spray my "fume" on her, but I refuse to know what she is talking about until she says "perfume".  I know...  it's so stinking cute when she calls it "fume" but I can't let her be lazy with her speech.  I have to resist the temptation to enable her. 

3.  M is healthy.  I can't say he is happy right now watching me mourn the loss of my cat, and watching me fall apart under the stress that I try to appear so brave about to everyone else, but he is hanging in there.  His allergies have been bothering him, but he doesn't complain about it often, and just tries the OTC meds to help himself feel better.  His cousins will be down this weekend, and I think it will be good for him to spend some time with them.

4.  I am healthy.  I haven't had much of an appetite, or been able to sleep very well, but I am healthy.  I don't have any life threatening diseases, and for that I am so thankful. 

5.  Lil Bit and Hobie are healthy.  Lil Bit isn't as loving toward me as Bombaata was, but I have hope that she may grow to be more lovable with time and patience.  My heart longs for another cat since I am afraid my boy is lost to me, but I just can't do that right now.

6.  I still have my job.  My employers are flexible with all of the insanity I have had to deal with recently.  I am so grateful for them.

7.  I have some pretty great friends.  I love them, and am so thankful for them.

8.  I have some pretty wonderful family members.  I love them and I am thankful for them.

So I guess the good outweighs the bad.  I have 3 bad things compared to 8 good things.  I just get so overwhelmed with the stress of it all sometimes.  I do apologize!

Aunt TT