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Guess what I've got?? :-DDDD
Mar. 17th, 2005 12:08 amA MOG! WHEEEEEEEE! Specifically, my mogboy. Hence the joy ;-) I found him! :-D He's currently snuggled up on the sofa. My fuzzy boy. *beam*
I almost can't believe I've found him - it was completely by chance. Dad had come round and made me eat, and then we went for a walk around looking for Xander. Went all the way down my road, then back up the other side, and then we randomly decided to take a bit of a round trip up to Pevensey Road which runs along the top of my road and back down. Well, we were going along P Rd, and something must've caught my eye - I don't even know what. So I looked over into the garden we were passing and saw a movement. I shone my torch in there, and there was a cat that looked distinctly like my Xander. I spoke to him, and he stopped and looked at me. I got Dad to shine his torch too, but we weren't 100% sure. It seemed like it was too good to be true! So I went round onto the front path of the house, crouched down and called the cat. He came a little way towards me.... and then he miaowed and I realised it really was my Xander! Of course, then he decided to try running past me, but luckily not far. He went up the path and along the pavement to the next house. Then he stopped again, and I was able to get near enough to let him sniff my hand. And then he let me actually pick him up... which is a flippin' miricle, since he'll hardly ever let me touch him when he's outside. But I spose he'd got himself lost, so he'd rather be picked up than stay in a strange place!
So then I carried him all the way home. He didn't struggle at all, just hung on to me. I'm pretty sure he's had a fit at some point, but he seems fine physically. I might ring the vet tomorrow and see if they think I should take him in for a check up. Dad had to hoik my door keys out of my coat pocket and let us in, since I had my arms a bit full! *g* But I put Xander down in the hallway and he went straight to the flat door, and when I opened it, he shot right in and straight to his food bowls! :-) As soon as he'd had a few mouthfuls, he came back over to me and started purring his head off. So I called Mum and let her hear. She's as relieved as I am. Once I'd done that, I gave him his medication and some fresh tinned food, which he happily scoffed. And now, he's fast alseep, quite dead to the world. Bless :-)
:-DDDDDDD
EDIT: ( Pictorial proof of mogness )
I almost can't believe I've found him - it was completely by chance. Dad had come round and made me eat, and then we went for a walk around looking for Xander. Went all the way down my road, then back up the other side, and then we randomly decided to take a bit of a round trip up to Pevensey Road which runs along the top of my road and back down. Well, we were going along P Rd, and something must've caught my eye - I don't even know what. So I looked over into the garden we were passing and saw a movement. I shone my torch in there, and there was a cat that looked distinctly like my Xander. I spoke to him, and he stopped and looked at me. I got Dad to shine his torch too, but we weren't 100% sure. It seemed like it was too good to be true! So I went round onto the front path of the house, crouched down and called the cat. He came a little way towards me.... and then he miaowed and I realised it really was my Xander! Of course, then he decided to try running past me, but luckily not far. He went up the path and along the pavement to the next house. Then he stopped again, and I was able to get near enough to let him sniff my hand. And then he let me actually pick him up... which is a flippin' miricle, since he'll hardly ever let me touch him when he's outside. But I spose he'd got himself lost, so he'd rather be picked up than stay in a strange place!
So then I carried him all the way home. He didn't struggle at all, just hung on to me. I'm pretty sure he's had a fit at some point, but he seems fine physically. I might ring the vet tomorrow and see if they think I should take him in for a check up. Dad had to hoik my door keys out of my coat pocket and let us in, since I had my arms a bit full! *g* But I put Xander down in the hallway and he went straight to the flat door, and when I opened it, he shot right in and straight to his food bowls! :-) As soon as he'd had a few mouthfuls, he came back over to me and started purring his head off. So I called Mum and let her hear. She's as relieved as I am. Once I'd done that, I gave him his medication and some fresh tinned food, which he happily scoffed. And now, he's fast alseep, quite dead to the world. Bless :-)
:-DDDDDDD
EDIT: ( Pictorial proof of mogness )
