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| Name: |
Fritter
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Age: |
Seven years old
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| Gender: |
Female
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Kind: |
Short Haired Tuxedo
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| Home: |
New England, USA
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Fritter
was found as a kitten in a parking lot, in a box with five or
six of her brothers and sisters. All the black and white kittens were
gathered up and distributed among our family members. We were convinced
that our cat was the coolest, providing us with endless hours of
companionship and entertainment. One late winter day, I arranged to have
broken window, on the second floor of our apartment, repaired while I
was at work. It was a beautiful "spring-like" day, the kind of
day that makes you think that winter is over and spring has surely
arrived. Well, spring fever got the best of my cat and she jumped out of
the second floor window. I raced home to see what I could do, but
Fritter was gone. Initially, we had every confidence that she would
return. She was that kind of cat. But winter returned first... and with
a vengeance! Blinding snows and furious winds drove the temperatures
back down to the teens. This weather would persist for days... and then
weeks. We did everything we could; put up posters, talked to people, put
ads in the paper, and wandered the heavily wooded surroundings in the
foot-deep snow in a desperate search. But no signs of Fritter.
Soon we would have to be leaving for a trip to Florida that (in view of
the circumstances) would not be the vacation that we had been looking
forward to. When the time came, I left for Florida while my wife stayed
behind, refusing to leave; hoping against hope, that somehow the cat may
have survived the New England weather that neither you or I could. While
in Florida trying to forget the situation that I had left behind, the
phone rang; my friend answered. I could tell from the look on his face
that he was very disturbed by the caller on the other end. He handed me
the phone with a puzzled, worried look. It was my wife, sobbing and
babbling incoherently. The only words that I could make out were...
"She's back."
Two weeks after she disappeared, Fritter greeted my wife as she was
returning home from work. Upon exiting her car, she heard the cry of a
homesick, cold and tired feline. Optimism has its rewards. Fritter has
yet to tell any tales.
When I returned from Florida, I was concerned to see that my cat's
ears weren't looking very healthy. The vet felt that she had been in a
fight and applied some ointment. I was still concerned, so I took her
back to the vet. As it turned out, the cat's ears had severe frost-bite
and would have to be removed. After some artful customization by the
vet, we now have a very happy, unique-looking cat whose ears more
closely resemble those of her favorite prey... a mouse.
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