Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Thomas, a funny cat story

We found Thomas about twelve years ago living up in a small "cabin" we have up behind the house. We had been traveling for about a year and a half and when we came back we found him there and welcomed him in as part of the family. I must also add that he took our hearts. Both mine and my partner Rogers. To set up this senario, it was summer, about two years ago and my daughter, who lives in the city, had come out for the weekend. Saturday morning I was outside puttering around when unbeknownst to me Roger took a phone call from one of the neighbours saying that there was a dead cat on the road, having been run over by a car and she thought it might be one of ours. Again, without my knowledge, Roger got a garbage bag, just in case, and went off to check it out. Still puttering around the garden, I turned around and there was Roger, standing there with the bag and obviously something in it, with tears running down his face. I asked him what in the world was wrong. He said that it was Tommy and he was dead, then told me about the phone call. Going towards him I asked if he was sure it was Tommy, he said yes and you don't want to see him. Well, with that I went to pieces. Crying, wailing, stamping my feet, yelling "Why Tommy, Why Tommy!" My daughter came running and put her arms around me and calmed me down. Roger asked what we were going to do with him and I said I would get a shovel and we would bury him. I got the shovel and found a nice spot under a tree, then started digging a hole with tears running down my face. We put him in the ground saying our goodbyes then I went back in the house and Roger went to fix something on one of the windows outside. I was sitting a the kitchen table in the depth of depression. My daughter was in the living room, when all of a sudden she yelled "Mom, come here." I dragged myself out of the chair wondering what she was going on about and went to see. To my utter astonishment, there was Thomas. He had just come out of the bedroom where he had been asleep. We were all jubilant once we got over the initial shock. We found out the next day that we had buried the cat belonging to people down the road. The owner came up and I took her to the gravesite where we both had a cry. I told her the cat could remain there and she said that would be lovely.


Laurie said...

still as clear as day to me..good ol' Thomas. Another great story.

Boo said...

lol OC, something very similar happened to us. Our neighbour told us she had seen Charlie lying dead by the main road. Hubby went to look, he wasn't sure so he brought the body back to our house. I was relieved to find out it wasn't ours. We buried it anyway (there was no id on it), but we let our local vet know and the Cat's Protection League, in case someone had reported a cat missing.

Pets! Who'd have 'em?

oldcrow61 said...

lol Boo, yes they do cause us such an amount of worry at times. Love em anyway.