Hello friends, Buster here.
I already shared with you my first life lesson I learned when first came to live with Mom and two brothers, and that is "if you ever lose your way, watch for open door and make new life." You can read about that HERE. Now I am ready to share life lesson number two, but first I have story to tell you.
TRUE STORY OF ME - BUSTER
After I live with Mom and Rudy and Sam for about 4 years, something bad happen to me. Mom let me go outside to sleep on patio swing one day. Only, this day I decide to go exploring. Before I know it, I lose my way again and don't know where the heck I am. I walk up and down sidewalks looking for my house, but I don't see it. I don't see Mom. I don't see Rudy or Sam. I start to panic and feel like I going to throw up a hairball! Pretty soon, someone pick me up. I relax, thinking, "oh, this person going to take me home to Mom." Nooooo! That NOT what happen, friends! Instead, they take me to cat prison!! They put me in a tiny room with bars and no windows!! All I had was room to lay down and a potty box. Twice a day, lady comes in and gives me food and water and says "oh, you sweet little thing!" Stuff like that. This go on for days and days. I thought this might be where I going to spend the rest of my life, but I had hope in my heart I would see Mom again.
While this going on, Mom was having a big cry every day because she couldn't find me! She put my picture on a piece of paper that say LOST CAT and put in everyone's mailbox. She even call the cat prison and ask if they find me, but they tell her "we're sorry but he isn't here." This go on for THREE weeks until finally woman at cat prison look at paper where Mom call in...then she come in and look at me...scratch her head...and say "maybe..." They call Mom and she come to look at me and as soon as she sees me, she start crying and say "It's him, it's him!" I purr real loud, I so happy to see Mom! So, soon I was back home...biting Sam and Rudy's ears and playing with fake mousies...
...and eating good food again. I like to eat on stairs, so I even train Mom to feed me there! MOL!
Until next time,
P.S. Mom try to put something around my neck that have my name and phone number on it. But, I am bad and everytime I take it off until finally she give up on that idea. Instead, I just stick close to home now. No more exploring.
Linking to: Cats on Tuesday on My Cats and Funny Stories