A couple of blocks from where I live there resides a rather large cat. I first saw this cat (no one would ever call her a “kittie”) when I glanced at a roof as I was driving by and there she was lying meatloaf style next to a chimney keeping warm in the sun. I saw her occasionally after that, crossing the road (oh, bad cat!) and wandering in the neighbors’ yards. But one day a few weeks ago, I heard a really sweet “meow” while I was out raking leaves, and when I looked up, there she was. A beautiful long-haired brown tabby.
I stepped toward her and she stepped toward me, and her meows became purrs as we got closer together. So I leaned down and petted her and scratched behind her ears and boy did she get loud! While it was a nice sunny day, it was not warm, and I was getting a little cold after a while, but she was not of a mind to leave this pleasant person (me!). I was a bit worried that she might not find her way back home, so I decided to give her a lift.
Well. She is one humongous cat. She had to weigh twenty five pounds (or maybe a ton). I about broke my back picking her up, but I got her into my arms and we started down the block toward her home. She purred and purred and snuggled as we walked. My arms started to feel a little strained from the weight, but I kept on. Who could have put her down and given up that wonderful purr? So on we went. I was starting to struggle when we turned the last corner and entered her block–I was not at all certain that I would make it to her home. Onward, she purred, and snuggled a little closer to my heart.
We made it to Humongous Cat’s yard, and I sat down on the curb and opened my arms. She meowed, turned, and with tail held high, sauntered into her yard. I said goodbye, and as I walked home, arms numb, I hoped I would see her again in my yard, at the same time hoping I would not.
She is some cat, old HC.