Butrfly's Wonderings

Mister T where are you?

A few nights ago while taking out the trash and picking up the mail, I was accosted by a young male cat who proceeded to relentlessly flirt with me and followed me upstairs. Soon as I opened the door he darted in and we began a battle of wits as he ran around the place with me scooping him up and attempting to put him outside. The little bugger was quick and always got back in before I could shut the door.

After slurping down a small bowl of milk he explored everything, climbing onto table tops, counters and keyboards demanding my attention. So, I made him a couple of scrambled eggs and he wolfed that down too. Satiated, we laid down on the couch and he serenaded me with his purring. We both got a bath, he licked every inch of my face and himself, and we played chase the string and fetch the paper wad. Felt my heart melting so quickly scooped him up for yet another attempt at eviction. This time it was successful.

Every couple of hours I opened up the door a crack to see if he was still there, only to find Mister T on the door jam awaiting entrance. He did his best to worm his way into my heart, to the point that I was considering buying a liter box so he could spend the nights inside. It didn't look like he belonged to anyone. He was very lean, but muscular and some idiot had wrapped a pipe cleaner around his neck as a collar. After removing the wire from around his neck, I kicked him out for the last time and went to bed.

It's been 3 days now with no sign of him anywhere. He briefly filled a void in my heart. It's been a long time since I had a cat that loved being snuggled and returned as much affection as he was given. I guess it is a good thing that he didn't come back. I was falling in love with Mister T, T for Trouble.