Remember that story about a year back about the two lookalike teenage girls from Michigan who were in a car crash together? One died and the other ended up in a coma, but the bodies got switched, so the family of the dead girl was watching over the girl in the coma, while the parents of the girl in the coma was burying their daughter. Well, that’s sort of what happened to me this week.
I took Bustopher to the vet to get his age checked to make sure it WAS Bustopher, and it turned out that the cat who was identical to Bustopher was only two years old (which explains a few things) and belonged to a couple who live a few streets over. After the doctor gave him an exam and said she thought he was three or four years old, she scanned him and found his microchip which confirmed he was just two. The vet called the owner and then kept the cat until the owner could pick him up later today. I talked to the owner on the phone, and he was VERY grateful that I returned his cat, and I was happy to hear he has a good home. And once we have a baby, we’ll have so little time for the cats that it’s probably best we don’t have a new one who needs (and he did) a lot of attention. And no more stinky litterbox, cat fights, etc. But it’s a little sad/quiet around here without him, because he was so much more playful than our (old) cats. What a difference to have a young cat! He wanted to play ALL the time. I guess that was my first clue that he may not be Bustopher. My second clue was when he kissed Ben, the cat who attacked Bustopher and probably chased him away. My third was when, on the way to the vet this afternoon, he didn’t howl the entire way. Bustopher HATED cars and HATED boxes and cried bloody murder whenever I drove him to the vet.
I am reminded of Mitch Albom’s 2006 Christmas release “One More Day,” a book I didn’t like that much. In the story a man gets to spend “one more day” with his dead mother, and this week I got to spend one more day—well, four more days—with Bustopher, because I truly couldn’t tell the difference. And anyone who thinks, “Oh, I can tell the difference from the photos,” the lighting makes B2 look more gray in the second picture than he really was. They really were identical in every way. But, for the record, Martin wants it to be known that he was always skeptical, that he thought the cat seemed more like 3 years old than 8, and that he is convinced that Bustopher had a little more fluff around the neck. I’m just happy that I got to spend some time with him for a few days, and that I was reminded how much fun it is to have some kid energy around the house. There will be a lot of it come December.
This is me comparing B2 to old photos of Bustopher.