Last Sunday morning, Christopher Robin headed out for a run. About a half hour after he left, my phone rang. “We have a situation,” he said.
My mind immediately raced to all the disasters it might be: he’d fallen and broken an ankle….had a car accident…been bitten by a rattlesnake. And I didn’t have a car! What would I do? Who would I call? I would…
It sank in that his voice was pretty calm. He is English, so that doesn’t always mean anything, but still. “What situation?” I asked.
Oh, that kind of situation! Turned out that a cat had found him in the parking area of this wild park. It’s heavily wooded, far from any houses, and thick with coyotes, foxes, bears and other cat-threatening creatures. The cat was friendly, and attached himself to CR, and well….he thought he wanted to take him to the emergency vet and see about…well, maybe…um…bringing him home if all was well.
Here is a guy who had no animals at all when we met. I had five—two dogs and three cats, every last one of them a rescue. Every last one of them found me, not the other way around. He took us all in without blinking an eye. What could I say?
I said, of course. Get him checked out. Run the leukemia tests, all that stuff. We’ll make it work.
Then he sent me a cell phone photo o
f the sweetest Siamese face. And I knew exactly who sent this little big boy. CR loved my ancient snow-point Siamese SO MUCH, she was the cat who showed him how cat-love can be. She was fifteen years old when we came to live here, and she deserted me the minute we arrived, going to sit on his shoulder, where she perched until she died at 23 last January (in her sleep, on his legs as he slept, I might add…can you imagine a more peaceful transition than that?). He loves the other animals, but misses Esmerelda.
Recently, I had that sense of Esmerelda behind the scenes. “I think Ezzie is sending you someone,” I said to CR. He is patient with my belief in things beyond this realm, but doesn’t necessarily share it. He murmured a variation of “yes, dear,” and that was that.
Until Sunday. The cat turned out to be chipped, giving us his name and age, Neko, age three, but all the contact information is out of date. It’s hard to imagine how such a friendly, well-fed fellow ended up in that park, honestly, but things do happen. (If your animals have chips, is the information correct?) The law says Neko (Japanese for cat) has to stay in the Humane Society for five days until we can claim
him, to give his owners a chance. If they come forward, all is well. I’ll be happy for everybody.
If not, and I suspect this is the more likely scenario, we have gained a new rescue. I have not broken the news to the others, but you know… things work out. Esmerelda sent a new companion to keep her man company, and we’ll make it work.
Of course, Neko has to be picked up on Saturday, when I am having a big party that has been in the planning stages for two months, and my son is coming in for the weekend, and….well, things work out, right? All is well.
Has an animal ever chosen you? Do you have a rescue tale to share?
P.S. This kind of thing is why I love this guy. Wouldn’t you?
P.S.P.S. Esmerelda is one of the animals in a medieval romance I wrote, A Winter Ballad.