A Weekend Welcome

Wednesday returned to us yesterday morning, when I left the front door opened for some weekend fresh air.

Fortunate for this cat because her beloved Chosen One was not home but was at English tuition class, else my son would have chased it away in anger.

He had been angry with Wednesday since the tragic incident which resulted in Buddy's death. I guess he felt his trust for her was betrayed or something to that effect. He loved both of these animals, but nature had to run its course somehow in the scheme of things.

What more today, was that fact that after he had buried Buddy just this morning before he left for his tuition class, looking depressed and wanting to skip class.


As endearing as Wednesdays has been all this while, she came in hungry... wanting food and fresh water, but not before looking for her Chosen One.

She went straight to my son's room meowing loudly announcing her return... forgiveness maybe, and started to go to every room in the house looking for him... minus the kitchen, of course. We are not making the same mistake again, not taking any chances this time.

Wifey was not too sure about her coming back. I just told her that we should let Wednesday eat... after all, we already bought cat food and was a walk short of buying her, her own food and water bowl when she pulled the stunt.

Wednesday settled for us once she could not find our son and asking for food. She eat a lot, most probably not getting any while she was banned from the house since that fateful day.


This silly cat still needs someone to be around her while she eats. Else she will meow loudly and keep coming to the food and back to us as if telling us to be follow her to the food bowl and stay there until she had her fill. Amazing, this silly cat can be.

This cat bit the hand that fed her. Rule of nature showing its ugly side?

Once she had enough, Wednesdays started giving cat-massages to me and then slowly warming up to Wifey until she successfully won Wifey's heart to at least stay for a while longer.

The most intriguing thing happened when my son returned home at about noon. Upon hearing the doorbell rang, Wednesday rushed to the front door.

And when she saw him, she slided herself on his legs and wanting to leap onto his arms. Our son did not respond to her. Meowing loudly, she flipped on her back several times on the ground... attracting attention, overjoyed it seemed.

Wifey was so surprised that Wednesday acted so excitedly, so... cutesy. Asking to be taken back in again, maybe?

Well for me, I know she had me at "meow..."



It took my son quite a while to warm up to her. And for the rest of the day, Wednesday was by his side in his room, tailing him around the house, even to the toilet where she had her first bath.

Yep! He bathed her... act of revenge of something, but Wednesday came out cleaner after those vagrant days outside. Forgiven maybe?

She slept indoors last night and has not left the house since. Wednesday is home again. She is banned only from entering the kitchen... not too bad a comeback. I am glad.

As for me... I have to content with a slower update of blogging as Wednesday keeps blocking my keyboard and my view of the screen to focus on her, only her. Cutesy indeed.

I think I will get her that food and water bowl after all.