That Darned Cat

We used to have a cat. He was nice (kind of, to some people, on some days). He disappeared when we moved (he was an indoor/outdoor cat - we figured he'd come back to the new house like he had last time we moved. He didn't).

My mother is relieved (she was also afraid of him). She thinks it's providential that he disappeared not long before our baby comes. She thinks he would've jumped in the crib and smothered the baby. He was a big cat.


Twice today I have looked out the window and noticed two different cats chase the same large tabby across the street. It looks like Monty.

I miss Monty.