The Prodigal Cat

Last night our prodigal cat returned mewling at our screen door. (Aaron, who is annoyingly editing over my shoulder didn't believe me that mewling is a word. He is SO wrong. Mewl - To cry weakly; whimper.) Anyway, Battle's coat was matted and full of stickers. Some of his flab had melted off leaving his nobby bones poking through his skin. As soon as we opened the screen door, he ran to his food bowl and after finishing the kitty kibble, ran to our toliet and drank from it for about five minutes (EW) Best of all, as this picture shows, he then plunked himself down between us and began scratching incessantly. Aaron and I figure he staid out just long enough to contract a wealth of parasites and disease to lovingly share back at home. But I am glad to have him back, even if he is ungrateful and dirty.

The most interesting part of his return is seconds before he showed up at our door we heard a large rumbling vehicle drive up by our apartment, idle for a moment then zoom off into the night. We didn't see it because we had the blinds closed over our screen door. This has lead to all kinds of speculation of what Battle could have been doing while gone. What was that vehicle? Battle's newly joined motorcylce gang? The Night Bus? The Cat bus? One of the three Nephites? Battle refuses to tell.