CATS ON TUESDAY
This was the last picture of Arthur while he was waiting with us for the taxi which should take us to the airport. And for 4 days I really thought this picture were the last one of him !
When we arrived at 7 pm at home, we were greated by a loud miaowing Lisa who tried by all means that we fall over her with our suitcases. Pookie sat like the last judgment on the top of the staircase and looked down at us with reproachful eyes. When we finally had something to eat, there she forgot that we dared to go away and came as usual for a check up of our plates. The only one missing was Arthur. But this was nothing special, Arthur has so many things to do, that sometimes he doesn't show up for a day.
Next day Friday even Kim with her poor little brain had finally recognized us, because she had run away thinking we were strangers. After shopping and starting to empty the suitcases, Arthur was still missing. Pookie helped us as good as she could, but we started to worry more and more about Arthur. Of course we called him all around the house but nothing. No white tail in view.
On Saturday finally Mr. Gattino, near a nervous brakedown, drove around all streets in the area and shouted "Arthuuuuur" out of the window. I am sure all deaf people heard him but no Arthur not even a human one who could pretend he had the same name.
The night was awful, each time when one of us woke up he shouted "Arthur" out of the window. In the morning still nothing. I made a paper with Arthur's picture on and our address and telephone n° and Mr. Gattino rang all door bells near and far, gave the paper and asked for Arthur. And there we learned a lot about him ! Not only EVERYBODY in our street knew him but also in other streets and quite far away ! They all were in admiration for Arthur, such a friendly and social cat even the dogs didn't say anything and apparently he also was friend of all children ! A young woman told Mr. Gattino that her 5 year old daughter invites regularly Arthur to play with her as if he were a child. Apparently she feeds him and they nap together ! Now I understand that Arthur doesn't eat very much and in spite of that is so heavy ! Everybody was feeling with us and promised to call as soon as they would see a white furry spot. There are a lot of cats in the area but Arthur is the only one who is completely white.
And then the phone rang, a lady told me that she had seen Arthur playing in a field which was quite far away from us at least 2 km. Mr. Gattino jumped in his car and drove there like Michael Schumacher, but no white cat in the field. He called and called and finally people gathered around him and .... everybody knew Arthur ! Or he had digged helpfully with them in their garden, or helped cleaning the car by walking over it or visiting the basements or sleeping in some cartons in a garage. He almost killed a man by causing him a heart attack, when the man had opened his car door Arthur had jumped out and ran away through his legs.
A neighbor told me that she often couldn't make her bed because Arthur had slept in it (good excuse) etc. etc. But still no Arthur. Mr. Gattino returned with a broken heart.
At 4 pm finally I decided to drive over to this field and call him in the hope he would maybe listen to my (sweet) voice. I opened the garage door and who stood there tail up and saying "miaow" in his awful soprano voice, Mr. Arthur ! I picked him up and almost strangled him because I were so happy ! Mr. Gattino who had drown his grief in some glasses of vine slept and I put the struggeling Arthur on his belly. Was he happy !
Arthur were treated by all ugly names we could find in all languages we know, but then got minced meat (his favourite) and whipped cream and then retired under my desk on my feet and there he is ever since.
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