SOLC 2020 Day 2: Another Story Finds Me


March 2020 SOLC–Day 2
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The first winter the big grey and white cat visited, when the temperatures dropped below zero and stayed there, we put a notice on the town Facebook page. We found his owners, and they came to get him…somewhat reluctantly. They told us his name was Haskell.

Every so often Haskell cycles back through. He hangs around for a couple of days. Comes to the door and meows, then runs away when we open it. Perpetually skittish. I usually let his owners know when he’s here again, in case they’re concerned. They usually aren’t.

This past Saturday night, I heard a meow. I looked outside and there was Haskell. He limped heavily up to the door. Oh, no. I immediately Facebook messaged his owners about his injury and then lured him into the mudroom with some food. I sequestered him in there to keep him away from our two cats. I figured his owners would probably want to come get him. Their response came quickly.

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When I asked if she wanted to come get him, she told me to just let him go outside. “We’re hoping he just comes home,” she wrote.

After grumbling a few things under my breath, I opened the door that separates the mudroom from the house to go let Haskell out. In a flash, he leapt past me and dashed into the house. What!? I spun around in dismay.

One of my cats, Juniper, had followed me, and after a quick face-off, she and Haskell launched into a whirling dervish of flying cat fur. I raced at them, yelling, and they split up. Haskell went careening out of the room, through the kitchen, into the family room, then through the hallway and up the stairs. Oh, no!

Following him, I slammed the door shut to the hallway. This kept Juniper away from the stairs and Haskell, but I had no idea where our other cat, Squirrel, was. I have to admit for a moment I just stood there, slightly stunned. What am I going to do?

Kurt had just left for the store, so there was no help coming from that quarter. My mind was skittering from one idea to another. Then, suddenly, I started laughing. The whole situation just struck me as so ridiculous, so absurd. Who else has a strange cat running through their house?

I took a deep breath and started thinking. I had to do something. Okay. The first thing is to make sure the cats can’t get to each other.

At this point, Juniper was thoroughly riled and I knew not to try to pick her up. I grabbed some wet food and lured her out to the mudroom and shut her in there. I slipped into the hall and found Squirrel, then shut her up in the downstairs bedroom. I looked up to see Haskell watching me from the landing upstairs.

“Hey, Haskell, come on, boy,” I called.

He ignored me. I walked slowly up the stairs, and he sauntered into our bedroom. He clearly wasn’t scared anymore, but he also clearly wasn’t cooperating. As I followed him, he glanced over his shoulder at me, then strolled into the bathroom. I followed, and emerged from the bathroom to watch him run down the stairs. Well, at least that was a step in the right direction. Moments later, he disappeared through the slightly cracked open basement door. Ugh.

Our basement is pretty awful. Horror movie awful. Dirt floor. French drain. Low ceilings and dark corners. My children point-blank refused to go down there–when they were in high school! Haskell had no such reservations.

No longer as amused by this series of events, I climbed down the ancient wooden ladder stairs, cajoling and pleading. When is Kurt getting home anyway?

I flicked on the dim single bulb dangling from the ceiling. I caught sight of Haskell. Intent on guiding him away from the far end of the basement, which disappears into a nightmare-inducing crawl space, I walked right through a thick drapery of cobwebs. Grimacing, I peeled sticky strands of web away from my face and out of my hair. Meanwhile, Haskell leisurely leapt up and squeezed through an opening to vanish under the floor of our kitchen.

Eventually, after a bit more ineffective cajoling, I gave up. I climbed back upstairs and shut the basement door. I let our cats out, and hoped I’d figure out how to herd our uninvited visitor out in the morning. Tonight, Haskell would just have to sleep in the basement. At least he’d be relatively warm.

In retrospect, it’s all my fault really. Saturday afternoon, with the challenge looming in my mind, I said to my husband, only half kidding, “We should go out looking for a story.” Famous last words. Once again, the story came and found us!


21 thoughts on “SOLC 2020 Day 2: Another Story Finds Me

  1. dianeandlynne says:

    It’s true; stories do find us, especially in March, I find.
    I enjoyed reading this. Your description of “herding cats” is priceless.
    Poor Haskell. Did you send him home?

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  2. margaretsmn says:

    Sounds so much like our house lately. We’ve been trying to keep Mimi closed in the kitchen, but she is sneaky and can find the slightest opening to get out into the big house. Cats, cats…nothing like them. I hope Haskell heals and finds his way.

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  3. amyilene says:

    I love that this story found you. Great descriptions in this, especially finding the “voice” for Haskell!

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  4. I had a cellar like that growing up! I swore there were monsters down there when I was little. I can completely relate to your reluctance to go chase the cat.
    What happened to Haskell?

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  5. Anonymous says:

    And now you have SOLC 3 with what happens next. I’ll be here tomorrow to find out. My guess? He’s not out the next day! Soon, M and K have three felines.

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    • mbhmaine says:

      So, I’m actually not continuing the story tomorrow, but I don’t want to leave you hanging– Here’s what happened. In a nutshell: Kurt took charge the next morning because I had to run out. It wasn’t a 100% straightforward mission, but we’re 99% sure Haskell isn’t in the basement anymore.

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  6. kd0602 says:

    I laughed out loud as I read your slice this morning! It reminds me how much I love cats and miss our old guys. I can’t imagine how you get a cat out of a basement though. I hope you found a solution… Don’t you love how stories find us when we are open to them?


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  7. karpenglish says:

    You definitely had quite an interesting story find you. Haskell seems quite determined to become your cat, if he ran inside and braved the terrifying basement.

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    • mbhmaine says:

      Not to mention braving the terrifying Juniper! lol


      • karpenglish says:

        Juniper did come across as quite terrifying! We had a neighborhood cat who liked to visit all the other people in the neighborhood. We thought he was homeless for a while, because he spent so much time with us and even sometimes was inside our locked house (no pet doors!) when we returned from work, curled up with our cat. It turned out that he lived down the street and was just very social. A lot of neighbors got to know each other through Pickles, the roaming cat.


  8. carwilc says:

    What a story! I laughed out loud more than once! So funny! Like everyone else, I want to know exactly what you told Kurt when he came home. And what happened to Haskell? Too funny!

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    • mbhmaine says:

      I told Kurt pretty much what I wrote down here. He took charge of Operation Haskell the next morning–it wasn’t smooth but it was ultimately successful.


  9. Book Dragon says:

    Oh my! As a cat mama of two I could easily picture the shenanigans. Thanks for the great story

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  10. Amanda Potts says:

    I love this story. I kind of feel like Haskell is coming to live with you sometime soon… he’s just making his way in slowly (and dramatically)

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