Saturday, June 25, 2011
Bowser the cat
He came to me at 12 years old with declawed front paws. The people who Bowser lived with before me told me he had "escaped" from the house and was gone for 6 months. He had been about 18 pounds when he left and came back at 12 pounds. I don't know how he stayed alive for all that time, or how he found his way home.
Bowser and I lived in a small apartment for several years. He once got out into the hallway, but was totally frightened by a fierce female cat in the apartment next door. After that he did not even attempt to go out of my apartment.
But for the past year, we have lived in a house with a large yard and a fenced in patio. Bowser desperately wanted to go out beyond the fence, and he did escape several times. Then, more recently, he came home with a bite that turned into and abscess before I even realized he'd been bitten. The vet bill was more than I wanted to pay, but . . . the Bowser was worth it. The vet said he was a real gentleman, and everyone there liked him. I'd say he one of the sweetest cats I've known.
Now Bowser still wants to go out of the fenced patio, but I am not willing for him to get hurt again. For one thing, I would be sad if he hurts, and I don't have money for vet bills either. Of course Bowser doesn't have any concept of money.
Perhaps the most important thing is that Bowser and I are bonded to each other. It took a long time, but he realized that he is safe with me and my Dad. He trusts me implicitly. And I love him dearly. As with most family pets, there will be a time when Bowser dies. Actually, fairly soon because he is about 16 years old. For now, I just love him.