"I met this handsome, green-eyed ginger Tuesday
morning. His beautiful coat stood out amongst the dappled shade of a
large mimosa tree that anchors our small front garden. Judging by his
crouching-tiger stance, I'm certain he was prowling for birds. When I
opened the front door, he ran right up and even tried to work his way
into the house. The adorable little beast wore a collar with a bell and
an ID tag engraved with "Byron" on one side, owner's address and phone
number on the other. We hadn't yet met this neighbor, so I thought I'd
pay a visit and see if anyone was home. I'll give you one guess who
followed me. Turns out no one was home so I walked back to my house, my
new furry friend bouncing closely behind. My spouse, Hugo, opened the
front door and Lord Byron (slight name change 'cause oh lordy, is he a
sweetie!) ran right in – straight to the food bowls of our two indoor
flame point Siamese cats. (Fortunately, they were upstairs snoozing!) He
was ravenous, devouring the dry food as if he hadn't eaten in days.
After we carried him back outside, he returned to crouching-tiger
stance, this time behind our breath-of-heaven bush. I had to return to
my desk to get some work done, but of course was fully distracted by the
yearning to play with this furr-ocious cutie* all day. "
"A
couple hours later, I looked out the front window and didn't see Lord
Byron anywhere. Still, I walked outside to see if maybe (hopefully!) he
was close by. Something told me I should go to the backyard so I did.
Sure enough, there he was, pacing back and forth along the top of a high
fence. He let out a few whimpering mews because he couldn't figure out
an easy way down. Balanced on a narrow patch of retaining wall, I came
to the rescue, reaching out and up. He cautiously eased his body into my
hands and we both swiftly returned to safer ground."
"That
evening, while I was away exercising, Hugo told me the cat's owner had
stopped by. He learned that Byron shares living space with several dogs,
but has a cat door through which he can come and go as he pleases. Then Wednesday
morning, much, MUCH to our delight, Lord Byron returned to the manor
(aka our back garden). We fed the little monster some wet food, followed
by a few sprigs of kitty crack (aka catmint), which immediately sent him
into a possessed state. I had a few gardening tasks to tend to and what
pure joy it was to have this precious kitty follow me from plot to
plot. I saw my future in that moment ... living my golden years in a
more rural space, a loyal, lovable creature keeping me company as I
tended the flower and veggie beds."
"That night,
as we were about to head out for dinner with friends, Byron's owner was
out walking one of his doggies and introduced the pooch and himself. He
asked if we'd seen Byron, whom at the moment was nowhere to be seen. 'We love him! He spent the morning in our back yard," I replied. 'He's
welcome here any time.' "
*Loves chin rubs, belly rubs, being held, and being my shadow.
