Prodigal Son Returns

As you know from previous posts, Chris and I have mixed feelings about our cats. Unfortunately most of the negative feelings are directed towards Moses and not Mijo. Moses is the one who meows like he is dying each and every morning around 4:30 because he wants to be the the bedroom with us. Since I am allergic to cats, my allergist gave us strict orders to keep the cats out of the bedroom...no exceptions. Moses is also the one who will poop on the floor if he doesn't get his way. Oh, and the throwing up on the carpet a few weeks ago? All Moses. Chris has searched the internet to find a solution. We have grilled the vet with questions only to be told Moses is healthy and everything he is doing is behavioral...figures since Chris and I are both social workers. Anyway, our last resort before shipping Moses off to the humane society was to see if he could become an outdoor cat. That way he could do his pooping and throwing up outside and it would increase his chances of remaining in the family.

Moses did well for over a week. He would go outside mostly when Chris and I were outside. He always stuck close to the house and never ventured off. Then one day he disappeared. He was no where to be found and it created a mix of feelings. There was no poop on the carpet. There was no time spent scrubbing the carpet from throw up. And each morning upon opening the bedroom door, there quietly sat Mijo. Other than the concern for Moses' well being and hoping he hadn't been eaten by a dog, Chris and I were a content one cat family.

That was then.

Chris and I returned late last night from a vacation and as we were driving into our housing complex, I made a joke wondering if Moses would be waiting for us. No joke. There he was, sitting on our front porch meowing his loud meow. Who knows where he was for the past 2 1/2 weeks. We were tired so we let him in, fed him, and began our struggle of what to do. Mijo doesn't seem thrilled to have him back and Chris and I were up in the air about it until the meow of death began around 4:30 this morning. We finally caught up with our neighbor who discovered Moses two night ago. She showed up the bird Moses brought home and had been feasting on. After seeing the bird and giving it more thought, Moses is now back outside where he will remain until we determine his fate...

If only Moses weren't so cuddly. Anyone know of someone who wants a cat?