August 5, 2010

No, Really: The BEST Cat

Filed under: About The Animals — Ann @ 4:12 pm

At 3 pm today, Neal got up from one of his marathon naps and asked, “Where’s the Boy?” (Boy, The Boy, Our Boy, G-Boy….all some of the nicknames for Geronimo, our almost three-year-old Bullseye Tabby). I said I hadn’t seen him since I left for work this morning at 7 am, and Neal’s face shadowed darkly with concern as he replied, “He’s been gone all day — since you left.”

While G-Boy’s being away from home for eight hours straight isn’t unprecedented, it’s highly unusual and I don’t remember the last time it happened. Typically, he strays off for a maximum of three consecutive hours — and lately, more like two. So now, both of us became rather worried. I said, “I’ll go call him.”

I don’t know that much about cats, but my entire cat-owning history has never included one who would come when his name was called. But in the past, Geronimo has done just that. Not always, not predictably, but just often enough so that if I’m really desperate, I’ll pull that particular ace out of its hole.

I went out into our backyard and hollered down our street, “Geronimo! Kitty kitty! C’mon boy!,” then went into the side yard and bellowed the same come-hither down our street. Then I started sweeping leaves (1) to keep busy, (2) to be outside if he came home, and (3) to make noise in case he could hear me. Then, with worried eyes, I watched his favorite entry points: through our backyard fence, or down the street from the east.

After two minutes of no-cat, I put the broom down and turned around and bellowed, “Ger-ON –” and suddenly a black-and-brown blur came tear-assing down the sidewalk, up the concrete fence, and down onto our patio with a big inquisitive, “Merr—owwwwwr!!”

I yelled to Neal, “Here he is!” and slumped on the concrete where he’d rested; there was much fussing and good-boying and purring and scritching and then Neal came outside and co-fussed. And then, because I didn’t want G-Boy to come home for nothing, I lavished salmon treats on our little guy and thanked him profusely for coming when called, cooing, “You’re the best boy in the whole world.”

Before Geronimo, I wasn’t much of a cat person. But as you may be able to tell, I’ve fallen head over (his) long silky tail in love with my 15 pounds of gorgeous boy. And you know what I love best? That he knows where home is, and that it’s here, with us.

Geronimo, At Home on Neal's Hand


  1. Ah hah. Like little kids they drive you crazy with worry. Next time he’ll stay out longer and hold out for bagels and cream cheese to go with his salmon snacks.

    Comment by Richard — August 5, 2010 @ 4:40 pm

  2. I’m beginning to love G-Man too. And I’m not a cat person either. Loved your accounting of the son coming home. Thank you for sharing…

    Comment by Pamela Sachs — August 5, 2010 @ 8:49 pm

  3. sniffle. I love this.

    Comment by Alana — August 5, 2010 @ 10:52 pm

  4. Thank you so much, everyone, for reading my blog. And liking this story. xxxooo

    Comment by Patricia Ann Clark — August 6, 2010 @ 7:01 am

  5. PS – There’s some glitch between my FB-Wordbooker connection, and Richard and Pamela’s comments didn’t post here (only on my blog site), but thank you for those, too — they meant a lot to me!

    Comment by Patricia Ann Clark — August 6, 2010 @ 8:02 am

  6. lovely, ann, just lovely! :-)

    Comment by eileen d. — August 6, 2010 @ 9:42 am

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