The not dead cat

I was getting the coffee ready this morning and getting set to head out to the garden when a cat scratched at my door and meowed. Irritated, I opened the door to tell which every goofy cat it was off, but, I stopped in my tracks...looking..it was Bonnie. Bonnie is a favorite of the old ladies and she's been living with them for about 20 years. She's a nice old cat, but, it was odd to see her. Bonnie quickly limped away from me, looking back to make sure I followed her and then she went to Mom's door. She kept looking at me and then the door. I was still groggy, but, I realized she wanted my mom. Bonnie was hurt and she had come to get help. Bonnie is a weird old cat, she's nice and not a pain in the ass or anything, but, Bonnie never comes to me or my house. She tolerates me, but, won't get within 20 feet of me, which suits me fine. So, why today?
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Because Mom couldn't hear her, that's why. Gowd, it creeps me out when the cats are that smart. She knew Mom and Aunt Ruth were not able to hear her cry outside their door, so she came and got me, and let me know I was supposed to tell them she was home. I had to go near her to get to Mom's door and of course, she took off, limping into the shrubs. So, I went in and told Mom she was out there and needed help. Mom said I wasn't funny. She said Bonnie is dead, she's been gone for months. I said, well, fuck me, she's right there and I pointed to the bush. I tried calling her out, but, she wouldn't come to me. I could see her face under there though, there's no mistaking the face of a cat who's lived here 20 years. Mom couldn't see her at all and she got pissed at me. She said, "I don't know what you're seeing this time, but, you're going to break your Aunt Ruth's heart talking like Bonnie is out here."
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I was so irritated. We've gone through this a million times, ever since I was little. She never sees what I see and to tell you the truth, I didn't know what I was seeing either. I get so tired of the things I see and hear, it just makes a person weary. Dead damn cats now? So I went in, slammed my door and got a cup of coffee. Stupid old ladies and their stupid cats! I peeked out the window and as soon as Mom got her old butt out to the bushes, who should come limping out, weak with relief to see HER person? Yep. Bonnie. The real live Bonnie. She leapt into Mom's arms. Mom is like the Pied Piper of cats.
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Ha! It wasn't more of my paranormal bullshit. I should gloat, but, the old ladies are too joyful at the reunion and Bonnie is happy back in her box of newspaper on their porch. With a banquet of tuna and milk. The door is open in case Bonnie feels like sleeping in a real bed. I'm still amazed that the old cat figured out how to get me to do her errand for her, even though she doesn't really trust me. And I sure won't tell mom I stepped over her sleeping dog as I was taking this photo. The dog has been buried for 10 years. Bonnie won't tell. I just wish Mom could talk to and understand people like she does cats.