Oh, Brad. From the moment you entered our lives, you entered my heart. Then you stole it every time you sat on my lap and looked up at me adoringly. B was a little slower to give his heart away, but once you started showering him with affection, it was all over.
So when B called me Monday evening at the office raging about how the delivery guy dropped off a package and let you out, I was fearful we would never see you again.
B insisted I track down our delivery driver because he was hopping mad. That conversation proved to be futile and just got me hopping mad:
Lady: How can I help you?
Me: I need to find out who our driver is. He let our cat out and now he is missing!
Lady: I cannot give you that information.
Me: What do you mean you cannot give me that information? How can you not know who delivered our package? Aren't they scanned?
Lady: I do not have that information, but have you checked in your yard for the cat?
Me: No. I haven't. I THOUGHT I COULD JUST CALL YOU AND THE DRIVER COULD COME BACK AND DRIVE ME AROUND TO FIND THE CAT! OF COURSE I CHECKED MY YARD.
Me: Sorry, I am upset. Maybe the driver could give us an idea of where the cat went.
Lady: I cannot track that.
Me: Really? I find this hard to believe since your business is TRACKING! YOU TRACK PACKAGES BUT DON'T KNOW WHO DELIVERED THEM? IS THIS A JOKE?
It was no joke. You were gone.
B took two bicycle rides and walked Jersey around the neighborhood twice. He saw no less than 20 stray cats. You were not one of them. I kept saying that I thought you would just appear walking all stiff legged toward me like you do.
So I took my laptop on the front porch and waited, but you never came. B put out food and tuna (when have you ever had tuna?) hoping you would get hungry and come back at some point. But we were worried about you without any claws. We have heard the street cats fighting. How would you have a chance? You are too sweet.
B declared you dead. Chester and Mooch had a meeting on the dining room table and eyed me suspiciously, convinced I had something to do with your disappearance. I couldn't tell if they were happy or not.
We were definitely not happy.
We went to bed sad and worried. I didn't want to lose my little streetcat and I hoped that you would just miraculously make your way home and back to your favorite places to sleep.
I went to bed with positive thoughts and when B woke me up at 5 am declaring Christmas had come, I welcomed you into my arms and bed despite your crusty fur and dirty looking self.
To me, you were beautiful.
Welcome back home, Brad. Now, DON'T EVER ESCAPE AGAIN!**
*Also know as longest post title ever!
**Turns out that the delivery person did not let Brad out but may have spooked him into jumping out a screen. B is currently working on the screen. The cats are currently banned from the catio.