So a few weeks ago, I heard a meowing outside of my window. I keep replying and soon the meowing grows closer and closer until it seems like it's in our back yard. I hear mom go outside and then some commotion.
Curious, I run downstairs to see a grey kitten with white socks just saunter past me. Mom explains that she saw the little guy on our deck meowing his head off. She opened the back door to give him some milk and he just walks inside the house like he's lived here all along.
The whole family (minus my uncle) immediately get attached to the thing and we pet him and play with him. He becomes our unofficial pet. ...Or at least for a few days. One of our next door neighbors sees him and takes him to give to her mother. She gives us reports and everything, so it's okay. I know my mom's allergic and we can't keep pets but still... I miss the little thing already.
We named the kitten Gandalf. Don't worry, I'm not an utter geek; there's a legitimate story behind the name. First off he/she (we never figured out the gender. He could have been a neutered male or a female. Plus the damn thing never held still long enough for us to get a really good look...)is grey and white. Plus once while I was on the deck playing with him, he charged at a toy making it fall off the edge of the deck. Then Gandalf just barrels after the thing, plunging off the deck as well and fighting it all the way to the ground. I'm not gonna lie, it was pretty hilarious. And after watching that, the first thing to pop into my mind was Gandalf battling the Balrog. The name just sort of stuck.
Besides that, something else fucked up happened. Mom and I decided to finally check up on Ash to see how he had adjusted to his new life. When we get there, the men tell us that Ash had run away...THREE WEEKS PRIOR. They didn't bother to call us, call the SPCA, follow him. Nothing. All they said was that he has headed up Edmonson Ave. That's what hurt most of all. Ash was trying to go back home.
One thing I noticed that Ash and I have in common: when we go somewhere we've never been before, we can still manage to find our way back home. I know Ash has separation anxiety, so it only makes sense. We checked a few shelters but no luck. We know that if a shelter had found Ash, they would have called us because Ash had been tattooed as a puppy. Also, he's so big that if he were hit by a car, he would have been dragged to the side of the road. ...We haven't noticed any dog corpses in the past month so he's probably still alive. We assume that someone near Edmonson did the same thing we did for Gandalf. I just hope he's okay and happy.
Oh and my LCD screen on my laptop broke. WHY MUST EVERYTHING I LOVE BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME!(/OДO)/
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