Finding Bonnie
“Bonnie! Bonnie!”
I kept calling Bonnie within our vicinity. I checked the usual places she’d be in—the bushes, under the car, in the trellis—but to no avail.
My Mom told me that Bonnie ate breakfast around 5 AM but hasn’t returned since, which led me to search for her along our street and around our block.
We were scared that something bad might have happened to her, because she was still small then. She liked going on adventures with her big brother, Oliver. We thought that maybe the two went somewhere, and Bonnie had lost her way home.
When I couldn’t find her in our street and block, that’s when I tried looking in another street. I checked the sewers too, because I was afraid that maybe she was hit by a car, and the people might have dumped her body there.
Bonnie is one of the kittens of the stray and feral cats we feed in the province. My Mom and I may have accepted the risk that they might get hit by cars who go past the speed limit in the neighborhood, but it still unsettles us.
‘Maybe I should go the other way this time and check there,’ I thought.
Around 10 or 11 o’ clock, even if it was a bit hot, I went out again to another direction and kept on calling for Bonnie.
I was surprised when Oli, short for Oliver, followed me!
I asked him if he was going to accompany me to look for his little sister. As if he understood me, Oli really walked alongside me! It was the first time it happened.
He walked a long way beside me to other empty houses and to the end of the street. He even looked at a pile of dried leaves and branches and checked the sewers as well.
Oli cared and loved his little sister a lot.
Ever since their other sister, Clyde, died because of a car accident, Oli would lavish Bonnie with love. Clyde’s story is still fresh in our minds and hearts.
It was heartwarming to have experienced this—Oli following me and helping me look for Bonnie.
My Mom and I were joking that maybe Bonnie was catnapped by cockroaches. Sometimes, Bonnie would arrive in the garage, and she would have a cockroach in her mouth!
She’d bring it there in the middle of the garage and drop it on the floor or inside a box, and she’d play with it.
“Perhaps the cockroaches are seeking revenge!” we joked.
We tried to make our hearts feel less worried with humor and Bonnie’s antics.
I came back to our home with Oli; I didn’t feel lonely at all while he joined me on our search for his little sister. ‘So this is what it feels to have a cat to understand you and come with you,’ I thought, because my goodness, some of our cats are hard-to-please and would ignore us sometimes. Hahaha!
Oli is a good big brother.
The morning after, thankfully, Bonnie turned up in front of our house! Maybe she did get lost in coming home.
Oli and Bonnie! :-)
My Mom and I were relieved she got back safely.
What an adventure Bonnie had on that day.
We’re still very curious though if the cockroaches really catnapped her…