Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like

One down, eight to go …

We were a little worried yesterday morning, when Phoebe wasn’t at the door as usual. Right on the heels of Max’s disappearance, it would have been too much to lose Phoebe too. Just the other night we heard a coyote in the distance and thought it was a crappy omen.

In a little while, though, Phoebe shows up and we launch our usual routine, my wife, Sue, and our dog, Hitch, heading out for Hitch’s morning business, Phoebe tagging along. I’m inside making the coffee and screaming at MSNBC, and when I turn back to the window I see Sue plucking a couple of dry twigs off the Japanese maple, Hitch coming up over the ridge. And a minute later, when I turn back again …

There’s Max sitting with Phoebe on the front porch! Hitch must have stumbled on him down below and invited him back.

I run out and scoop him up, immediately turn him upside down, which he likes. And he doesn’t look any the worse for wear, after about nine days in the woods. He’s purring lightly, a lot less than usual, but he seems to be okay and hasn’t gotten into any tangles while he’s been gone. His owner tells us later that someone had spotted him sleeping on the hillside down from her house, and her nonchalance about it, now that he’s back, makes us want to cuff her but good. We’re halfway ready to ask if we can buy the cats from her.

Anyway, I thought you’d all like to know that reports of Max’s death are exaggerated. He lives, for the time being, and we’re going to treat him like the prince he is so he’ll come to us when times are tough instead of running away. Here he is chowing down yesterday after his reappearance:

9 comments on “One down, eight to go …

  1. Charles Yallowitz
    May 9, 2017

    That’s great to hear. Nice to have a happy ending.

  2. islandeditions
    May 9, 2017

    Thank Dog!!! I love a happy ending like this! If it were me, I’d just scoop up both those cats and take them into my house. That current owner has proven herself to be too irresponsible to own any pets whatsoever. And these two cats obviously love being with you, Sue and Hitch. Our Patch came to us from the “cat farm” on the main road below our house (the woman allows her cats to breed indiscriminately) when he presented himself at our back door, too skinny and “patched” with sores all over his body. He’s turned out to be a great cat and is always very appreciative of the attention we’ve given him. I doubt he’s ever gone back to visit his birthplace once in all the years he’s lived with us.

    • Kevin Brennan
      May 9, 2017

      Sounds like Patch is a lucky (and smart) kitty. 😉

      Max has had his whipped cream this morning, and is out on his rounds now. So nice to see him sunning himself out front again …

  3. pinklightsabre
    May 9, 2017

    Oh happy day! That’s lovely news.

  4. pinklightsabre
    May 9, 2017

    Ah, and I just got the nine lives reference. First sip of coffee did it.

  5. John W. Howell
    May 9, 2017

    Thanks for the happy ending.

  6. 1WriteWay
    May 9, 2017

    Yay!!!! Cats can be so hard-headed. Here’s hoping your attentions convince him to stay closer to home 🙂

    • Kevin Brennan
      May 10, 2017

      And now he’s right back into his old routine of “I can take it or leave it.” When he does show up, he gets an awful lot of hugs. 😉

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