Waiting for Bobby
HE'S BACK! HE'S BACK HE'S BACK HE'S BACK
I'm so excited I don't know whether to scream or cry or do both at the same time.
This evening at 8:30 my house manager knocked at the door, saying that he thought my cat was at the front of the house. I asked him whether the cat was black or gray - he said he didn't know. so I ran downstairs, and I saw him against the wall of the next house. I called him several times, and he started to come towards me. When he was close enough, I snatched him up in my arms so that his whole body was cradled in my arms, I ran up the house stairs, slammed the front door behind me, ran up to my apartment (while Bobby was struggling to get free), got inside, shut the door and locked it. Then I put Bobby down and fed him.
He's a little dirty, but he's fine otherwise. I managed to put his new collar and tag on (under protest). The collar fastens with a tab of velcro, rather than a buckle.
I think I'm still slightly delirious with anxiety and euphoria.
Thanks to all of you who held the light for Bobby and me. Your support is gratefully appreciated.