Feeling better now. Just a slight headache from walking outside.
Me? OUTSIDE, you ask?
Well, this morning as I was watching The Who I thought to myself "Hmm… I haven't see Rolo today…"
Rolo is my cat by the way.
But I quickly forgot about him. Because after all, I'm watching The Who.
Anyway, my mom's work is moving and it's all really hectic, and she came home for a little while around 3:00. And she asks where Rolo is. I remember I hadn't seen him.
Oh no.
Now Mr. Rolo is rather mischievous. I'll tell you a little story about how we happened upon him. One day my uncle was driving along merrily in his car and he almost hit a cat. Poor little baby cat. He picked him up and took him home. Or something like that, I don't know, I wasn't there. But somehow it was discovered this cat was very sick. And since my aunt and uncle already have several cats, they couldn't keep him because the others would get sick. So, they invite my family over to come look at this cute little thing. My mom really did not want a cat. But he was just so cute, we had to have him.
We had several names for him, Fudgesicle, Rolo, Jack, and Hugo, if I remember correctly. Fudgesicle and Rolo both came about because he's a brown cat (although he looks black). I think I picked Jack, because we have a dog named Rosie, and it would be like Jack and Rose from Titanic (and he looked like a Jack). Hugo was my brother's choice, after Bart Simpson's evil twin. Or good twin. We wrote the names on pieces of paper and the cat chose… Rolo. So Rolo he was.
We got him a few years ago in summer. He had always been mischievous. He would knock over plants and do crazy stuff and would always try to run outside. But on Christmas Eve one year, we realized Rolo was nowhere to be found. He had ran away. Every year as long as I can remember we would open our presents on Christmas Eve (well, we actually opened quite a few before that, because we're spoiled and our dad would let us open a present every day, I think he probably enjoyed it as much as we did) and then go drive to gramma and papa's house and open presents from the rest of the family there. We had already been looking all day and we just could not find this darn cat. But we had to go to gramma's. So we went.
We probably drove around the back alleys and streets again when we got home (rather late, I might add). But we had to go to sleep. So we slept.
I don't recall exactly what happened. I guess my mom looked out her bedroom window and started yelling about something and I woke up. I looked out the window… and there was Rolo sitting out in the snow in the backyard. He'd come back Christmas morning. I'd call that a Christmas present, the best I ever had. I ran outside, with no shoes on, in the snow and scooped him up. Ran back inside the house and tightly closed the door. And we were all happy.
Rolo is a diva cat. He has an attitude problem. Seriously. He pees on things. Usually after we come home from vacation or if we're renovating or other major changes in the house. Because he's upset. And so he takes antidepressants. Seriously.
Lately he's been good, so he hasn't had his drugs. But this makes him less mellow. And so he ran off today.
We've looked around quite a bit. I may be pessimistic, but I don't think we're lucky enough to get him back. Not that I don't want him back. I really do. But I don't think we have good chances.
I think I mentioned our dog, Rosie. She had to go to the vet today because she has something wrong with her eye. And it may be cancer or something. And it's gonna cost $400 to remove this thing coming out of her eye. Just to send it to a lab to find out what it is. I mean, she's 9 years old. But I swear, I could not imagine ever having a better dog than her. She never barks unless she wants inside or outside the house or if there's someone outside the house that shouldn't be there. She listens to us. If we left the gate open one day and everyone left for school or work, she would go lay out on the front porch and wouldn't think of running off. She's beautiful. If there is such thing as a perfect dog, I think she would be pretty darn near close to it. The thought of not having her around is just awful.
Rolo
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