Nomad the cat has returned to my home. I almost adopted this stray cat named Nomad. He used to come to my house every day. He was not an affectionate cat, but he at times would acknowledge me with a head bump. He was calm, muscular, and curious. I took him to the vet for his shots and while sitting in the waiting room and being examined by the vet, Nomad was polite and patient.
He never would stay the night and I used to wonder where he went. That’s how he got the name Nomad.
One day a neighbor said to me, “someone adopted that cat.”
“Which cat?” I wondered. (It was Nomad).
“But I was going to adopt that cat,” I told the neighbor. At the same time, I was glad someone else had adopted Nomad because I didn’t really have a lifestyle for a cat.
I met the new owner and explained that I had grown attached to Nomad. I also said that he liked to visit me. I wondered if I could give him treats.
“Only treats,” the owner warned, as the cat was on a regulated diet.
After that, Nomad kept coming over, and not just for treats. He seemed to like hanging out at my house, but only for the day. And at rare times, he would give me those friendly head bumps.
Another cat came into my life at this time. Peanut. Peanut is a long story and I have told some of it before. (See blog post from September 29, 2022). Peanut captured my heart in a way that Nomad never could. She was sweet and very affectionate. She was also quite clever and had the most expressive eyes.
Peanut ended up moving in with me; and despite my transient lifestyle, I let her stay. I had grown quite fond of her and she grew fond of her new home – to the point where she ferociously protected it. When Nomad came around, she hissed and snarled and despite the fact that she was much older than him, she severely frightened poor Nomad. I’d watch this from my doorway. While keeping a safe distance from Peanut, Nomad would look at me with imploring eyes. He felt betrayed.
Peanut lived with me for two years. During this time Nomad stayed far away. Sometimes I’d see him zip by in the neighborhood, but he never approached me. I’d call to him and he would run the other way.
Now Peanut is gone, and as stated, that’s another story. I saw Nomad the other day and just for the hell of it, I called to him, “Come Kitty!” He hesitated, then followed me home!
He walked right into my house and started sniffing around every nook and corner. I offered him food, but in his no-nonsense way, he refused. I reached out to pet him and he hurried away. When he wanted to leave, I opened the door.
Remarkably, Nomad returned a second and then a third day! Each time, he strutted about the house, sniffing and looking under beds and in closets. Each time, he refused food. He wouldn’t let me pet him and there were definitely no head bumps. Still, I do hope he continues to return. I wonder if he remembers me. And if so, I hope I’ve been forgiven.