a wolf angel is not a good angel

I was sitting on the couch holding Conrad Black (the unincarcerated kitten version) and Eva-the-unfriendly starts meowing outside. I know it’s Eva because no other cat in this house meows so loudly. Sister, I say, go let in Eva. She doesn’t like Eva and claims she will run away when she sees who is opening the door. Perhaps, but then she will also stop meowing, so it counts as a win. My sister goes outside and looks and tells me that it doesn’t look like Eva, she thinks it is Matilda.

Matilda!

I go outside and though it is dark and she’s in the bushes, it does indeed look like Matilda. I try to go out but can’t find the right boots, grab two similar left shoes, ask my sister’s friend to find me my boots, and instead my sister gives me my father’s far too big boots. I run out in the foot of snow with snow melting into my feet and she meows a bit more then runs away from me. Hops, really, because the snow is too deep to run. Away.

So I am running after her with my feet and calves freezing off, since it’s minus seventeen degrees out and they’re both soaked, and she runs into my neighbour’s back yard, and I call her for a while, then shake my head and jump their (low) fence. She runs under the deck (has a 5 or 6 foot high unlit storage space underneath), still meowing for me to follow her. My sister has followed me out with a can of wet cat food and catnip, and I open them and try to place them somewhere for her to eat. Eventually I can grab her neck while she’s eating and yank her out from under the whatever they have there.

I take her back inside, make everyone touch her bony bony body (she might weigh 2 pounds now, but maybe not — her normal weight is 4-5 pounds, because she is a runt), and feed her more (she ate about 2/3 of a can of wet cat food). She is currently curled up asleep next to me, and I am figuring out the best way to kill her. I was sure I was never going to see her again.

So my cat is back. It might have taken a month, and there is very little left of her (she is otherwise fine — a little shaky at first, and one small cut, and otherwise nothing obviously wrong), but she is here. I was going to thank people for the nice thoughts, but it was too depressing, so I didn’t. And now I can. Welcome back, Til.

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