My sweet granddaughter Chelsea is an animal lover, has been since birth. When she was four, she use to have invisible rabbits that she carried around in the palms of her hands and when she wanted to let them go she would throw her hands up in the air and make a sound, "swisssh" and they'd all disappear according to her.
A couple of months ago she acquired a big sorry looking cat. She brought him home from a friends house. Every time she went their this big white and tan scruffy cat would stare at her with very green sad eyes as if saying,"help me," so one day she finally did, she just picked him up, said good by to her friend adding, "we'll talk about this later" and walked out the door. He had long hair that had to be shaved off because his fur was filled with big clumps and knots. He was in bad shape, after the hair was removed cuts and bruises were exposed, the poor baby. I say bravo to my granddaughter! Chelsea's dad brought the cat to the vets shortly after she brought him home to get him any shots he might need and to be neutered.
My granddaughter named the cat Aleister and boy is he happy playing with my cats, running and hiding under the pine trees, blackberry bushes, and the woods down below. He also loves sleeping on my porch on very hot days with the Bamboo screens down, the fans on, and the water fountain running and giving off a cool light splash every now and then landing on him. Everything a cat could wish for sweet Aleister has so I believe he is now officially our cat.
This past March my granddaughter Chelsea and her parents packed up everything and moved to Texas. I asked Chelsea to please leave Aleister with me. He already was staying on the big deck and my back porch, he loved it their ! He also enjoyed playing in the back yard around my flower beds and playing with my cats Dixie and Little Girl, he seemed to really like Little Girl. I was certain he would be happy here rather then be shipped off to a new and unknown place. He seemed to be content and settled into this new arrangement but he would not come into my house even though one night it was very cold and raining. I put a large fluffy towel on the chair that he slept in on my porch and I felt he would stay warm and be fine. He was fine and as the days began to warm up I was sure that Aleister was going to become a permanent member to my family.
Two weeks had gone by and things seemed to be going well when one day, I remember it so well because I was in my living room staring out the big picture window, when I saw Al walking on the other side of our fence. I never saw him on that side of the fence before so I just watched him walk slowly down the hill and into the deeper part of the woods. I have not seen Aleister since that day.
For at least three months I would open my porch door hoping that I would see him sitting on that chair with the towel, but days
and then months went by and the chair stayed empty. He just left, he just walked away.
Was it that he knew as he watched the boxes getting filled and piled up one on top of the other? Was it that he sat on the front steps and watched pieces of furniture being taken out of his home and being placed in this BIG truck ? Or perhaps is was because every time he went up the steps at the front of the house, the door never opened for him, and at night a light never came on and he remembers the big truck driving slowly down the road with the family car following behind it and his Chelsea was in it ? Was his heart so broken that he just walked away ?
Many months have passed on and I don't look for Aliester first thing in the morning anymore but I'm still holding on to some hope that he will come back home.
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