It appears that our “temporary” guest is no longer a member or our household. Just when we’d begun to think that we had a kitten, the owner appeared…and I’m beyond disappointed. Hilda had been part of our lives for barely a week, but she’d really grown on us…despite Erin’s steadfast “NO LONG-HAIRED CATS!!” rule.
Erin came home to find a note on the front door late yesterday. The owner’s nanny had been canvassing the neighborhood, and the description of their missing cat fit Hilda to a fare-thee-well. As tempting as it was to look the other way- and it most certainly was- I knew I had to do the right thing, so I called the owner. A few minutes later, she came over (she lives all of a block away)…and sure enough, Hilda’s her lost cat. Her two-year-old boy had been asking incessantly about their missing cat, so if nothing else we made a child’s day…like that makes me feel any better.
In a moment she was gone. To say that I’m disappointed would be a serious understatement. Just when I was ready to entertain getting another cat, Hilda came along, and our house felt just that much more like a home. Now I have to grieve another loss. Sure, I’ll get over it…but what now? It’s awfully quiet ‘round here this morning….
