It was today when i came home and with a run came back outside. I was looking for Frost, for i needed to feed her.
Shocker! She wasnt in her typical place, at the wood dump. But i saw a cat figure on the feild, so i went on. It mewed loudly and were heard a mile away already, so it was clearly not Frost, for she had lost her mew some weeks ago, but still her meow was no better when she had it. I'm not saying it's bad, good even because it helps you locate where the cat is.
He was looking over the neighbours house looking for Frost, so i knew she had to be there. An animals nose would never lie.
I went on said hi to my beloved child and went around the houses' territory in search for her. No, no, no, i would never go in someones private properties' territory! Only around it. I don't want to get in trouble for only searching my cat.
So i went and yelled "Frost, sksksksks, Frost!" And so did Stripe yell for Frost: "Meow! Meow!" Why 'sksksks'? Because, my dear reader, that's how we call cats in my country. We have discovered over-time they respond to that type of a calling and come near us.
So i went around, lost Stripe around the corner because he saw his owner - grandpa. But eventually i found Frost. We went back to the tree dump, (more like log dump) and gave her food. But what's that? She doesnt eat? Why so? I was becoming worried, still am, honestly. But i did somehow get some bits of kibble in her mouth.
But i heard it again. Heard the allmighty meow what could be heard miles away, miles away your doom. I turned around and what do i see? Stripe looking for Frost near the house again! "That's it," i thought and started calling by beloved child, "Stripe! Sksksksk! Stripe!," Didnt work. Either he was too far, too dumb, or just didnt want to listen to me, he went farther. So i ran i ran up to him. Tough i didnt want to, Frost was hard on my hives. "Stripe!" I called once i was near enough. He meowed, with a confusion note in his meow. And then he ran up to me, well, not me, up to his one and only love - Frost. Frost wanted to run from this sudden move but didnt eniventualy. Stripe stopped and sniffed Frost. Frost sniffed Stripe and, oh! They kissed! What a cute view.
We came back, now like a gang. Me, Frost and Stripe behind me. I hung out with them and then i went back inside, because rain had made my jacket and joggers wet. And i was freezing.
A little while later i saw Stripe walking away.
Hope tomorrow will bring them again.
YOU ARE READING
Stripe and Frost
Cerita Pendekcats....cats in love....what could be better than love? and cats? Stripe and Frost is a book based on true events, and even better - cats