Bosse the cat

Bosse has been a cat you could set your clock by!  Until recently, with just one exception.  Last May we had plans to drive to Uppsala to pick up some stuff too large to fit in our car.  Reserved a mini van for the week end but when it was time to go and pick up the van there was NO cat.  We waited breathlessly, worried terribly, NO cat.  Well, happy ending!  Several hours later he came strolling back or I should say running.  Along our very busy street he came, from the direction of Mjöhult a little village a couple of miles away.  At the time he reappeared we had cancelled the van as we did not want to leave not knowing where Bosse was, nor did we want to pay the rental fee and not go.  So, our plans were messed up.  "Darned" cat!!

We have not had any incidents like that until just recently.  Admittedly he is getting braver and is changing his hours to go hunting and is probably adventuring farther away.  He never used to be out at night, now it is his preferred working time "the night shift"!  But every morning he'd be sitting outside the glass door in the kitchen unless it was so windy that he'd fly off the "stone foot" and yea, that happens more often than I can count.  Bosse is a cat who lives in a wind mill after all.

He is a great hunter!  Mice be aware!  Though now he must have decided to go hunting for more than mice whatever that can be since he is "fixed".  Bosse the cat must have spring fever!

A while back, and the first time in a series of such incidents, he went out as usual and did not come back for forty eight hours.  Woe the worried cat Mom.  Then a few days later  he "split" again and did not come back for a week.  Now the cat parents are fearful again.

What does one do when one is missing a pet I wondered, so I called the Veterinary office where we go. The answer was: call the police!  Interesting I thought since you hardly ever see police here.  Other than in pictures on the front page of the newspaper where they are dressed up in riot gear trying to keep football  aka soccer "fans" from killing each other.  Such diverse responsibilities.  Hooligan control vs. cat rescue.  Oh, well.  Whatever!  Calling these authorities I must say that I was met with utmost concern and caring.  They wanted all details such as complete description to ID number as he has a tattoo in his right ear for that purpose, phone numbers along with home address etc.  It felt good knowing if he was found by someone we could possibly get him back.  This time it took a week for him to return.  So, he knows the way, he has the address, knows where the next herring can be found and no I am not going to worry quite as much now.

Yes in the past we have had other cats that wondered away and returned.  One of them was gone "hunting" in the Almaden Hills for close to six months so we KNOW.  Yet we worry, wonder and fret, over and over, every time.  That is what pet ownership is about.  With the good and fun and pleasant part outweighing the bad, every time.

So, you wonder about the SPCA??  I do not think they exist here.  That will be another chapter, another time.

Presently Bosse is sleeping in one of his baskets with a full tummy.  Some ground beef, half a raw herring, a chunk of cooked chicken, a bit of Royal Canine "Instinctive" gourmet cat food and a slurp of heavy cream to top it off.  Short grooming session next  and now........... zzzzzzzzzzz  and purrrrrrr!