Another very brief one today–my sleep is still sort of off, my shoulder is still sort of strained, and I have to pack up stuff for yet another overnight visit with my parents because that’s always super fun.
The white cat is back in our backyard. In the spring of 2020, first phase of lockdown, we all started noticing so much more in our backyard. In particular, the cats. We had very frequent visits from a couple of neighborhood cats, and we got pretty attached to them. Declan and I gave them names–the grey one was Clementine, the white one was Snowy, and the orangey one was Tiger, although Tiger never came around nearly as often as the other two. Clem was our favorite. She very aggressively stalked the birdfeeder on the apartment window, so much that she’d often just hang out on the narrow window-ledge underneath. When I was working in the backyard, she would sometimes come right up and let me pet her. After a while she started jumping up in our laps if we were outside. We made a cat toy for her, I threw together a little yarn pompom and we tied it to a stick. She seemed to like it okay, although Declan never really got the hang of using the cat toy, he bounced it around a little too much.
My theory was that Clem and Snowy lived in the same house. They had similar collars, they showed up with new collars at the same time, and sometimes they showed up in the yard at the same time. At the end of the summer, they both stopped coming around. We went well over a month without seeing either of them and I thought, well that’s it, they’ve moved away. And then in the fall they appeared again, hunting birds and squirrels like nothing had changed.
Snowy still comes around a lot, but we haven’t seen Clemmie in a really long time, so I’m worried that something has happened to her. It’s such a weird thing, though, to get attached to pets that aren’t ours.
(Today’s card: loyal, determined, socially awkward, also a repeat from a few weeks ago. I feel like pentacles are coming up a lot this summer.)