A few months ago we had some excitement in our house so I began to write this blog and today I wanted to share the story………
Riley is in love. But there is a twist……..
She doesn’t love him back.
So he’s been a bit depressed.
See, 3 weeks ago, Chad went out to the car to get something out of it. On his way back to the house he observed a stray cat sauntering up to our front door. Riley happened to be on the other side of the door and the moment he saw her, he was smitten.
Seriously. This was OMG-I-have-to-have-you-right-now-even-though-I’m-fixed-and-I-don’t-know-what-“have-you”-means kind of love.
But again, the feeling was not mutual. Here, take a look:
He’s all like, “Let her in! I love her!!” and she’s all like, “Eh. I’m bored.” (Or as my mother-in-law suggested, maybe she was getting ready for their future date. But I doubt it. Why? Keep reading….)
When Little Miss Stray finished her grooming and turned around to face the door and Riley, she hissed.
In some ways, I honestly don’t blame her. I mean, if I was as pregnant as she was and came upon a member of the male species, I may have had the same reaction.
Oh yeah. I forgot to mention, Miss Stray Kitty appeared to be slightly less pregnant than Octomom. Unfortunately, we couldn’t figure out when she would go into labor.
So I set up a box on the porch a few nights later, lined with a blanket and lid so she’d have a good place to give birth when the time came.
And she kept coming around every evening around 7. She’d come running up to our porch for a little snack (yes we kept a small bowl of food out for her). And right as rain, Mr. Riley would run to the door to watch her eat and pine away. His pining would inevitably include clawing at the door and cooing in her direction.
It was all very romantic.
But the thing was, she kept coming around. Every night between 7 and 8. And slowly but surely she began to coo back at Riley.
And thus began a relationship, albeit through a glass door.
It was beautiful. And I started to feel things stirring in my soul.
I wanted to keep her.
But I knew we couldn’t. Because two female cats in one house had never gone over well for us. It inevitably leads to one female to cower under the kitchen table and a puddle of pee on the kitchen floor.
And honestly, I don’t think that’s good for my bladder. 😛
But the weeks went by (Yes, weeks. We did put out a message on our local missing pets forum on FB, but got no leads.) I began to look forward to seeing her every evening.
One evening as we were watching her eat, Chad asked me what we should name her.
Apparently, he had feelings too, but those feelings didn’t stay inside. They fell out of his mouth. I tried to maintain my dignity and not let my emotions over-ride what I knew we had to do:
“This one isn’t allowed in the house. She doesn’t get a name!”
We named her Merida. (I cracked. Don’t judge me. 😛 )
Thankfully we were able to get her to the humane shelter days before she delivered.
Unfortunately, we hadn’t prepared Riley for her absence, so for the next week or so he’d go up to the door around 7pm every evening and meow and scratch the door. Then meander back and forth between me and the door, sadly meowing and wondering where his woman was. It was sad. And it took a few weeks for him to get over her and be happy again.
And maybe we all hope that someday Merida will move next door so we can visit her and her kittens again.