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A Story About McAllister
(submitted by Debra 11 Feb 1998 <QEagle@aol.com>)
This story took place several years ago when I had my cats declawed (I don't do
this any more) so I think you'll understand the terror I felt.
I had this beautiful jet-black kitty named McAllister. This cat absolutely adored
me. My feelings were, obviously, mutual. We lived upstairs in an up-and-down
double house and I used to let him out on the porch in the summer with his sisters, Jade
and Casey. There was a wide balcony rail (about 12 inches) that he used to sit on
and look down on everyone. Whenever I would enter a room, McAllister would roll over
and purr and want his tummy rubbed. Well, I think you can guess what happened.
He did this as I was walking back into the house and then I heard some scrambling
and looked back and he was gone. He fell off and I couldn't find him. He was
missing for three days and I was a wreck. I cried and cried. I couldn't even
work. I combed the neighborhoods, put up pictures, offered a reward, etc., etc.
I was so afraid he would get killed. Cats don't get along you know (unless
they live together). Even my neighbors were picking up black cats all over the place
and bringing them to me. This one in particular looked just like McAllister and
rubbed all over me. I picked him up and found that he had claws - he wasn't
McAllister. I took him upstairs, gave him some food and water, played with him a
little and then asked my neighbor to return him to the place they found him.
About a day and a half later, at 2:00 AM (and I'm normally not up that late), I was
watching TV and heard a meow. It sounded familiar. I flew down the stairs and
found McAllister standing on the front porch with GUESS WHO; the other cat that I had held
and fed. They looked like buddies. This other cat, who had been driven to my
home and driven back to his, brought McAllister home. Who can say how he was able to
do this but he did it. In my house, he must have picked up McAllister's scent and
knew who he was and where he belonged. How he knew how to get to my home I'm not
sure.
McAllister saw me and jumped right up into my arms and wanted to go into the house.
Once I opened the door and let him in, the other cat took one last look at me, then turned
and walked away. I never saw him again!
The Lord definitely had something to do with this. He sent McAllister and I believe
a little angle in the form of a kitty.
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