Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Giacometti perdu?


Today is Giacometti's birthday. He's supposed to be three years old today. We're celebrating this particular birthday with a heavy heart and deep concern. Wee man Giacometti has been absent for three weeks now. This length of time is no joking matter for any feline, let alone for feral Giacometti. We miss him terribly by now.

Our hopes are dwindling with each passing day without him. 

We've taken some measures to combat total despair, like announcing his absence on the net (on Det Danske Katteregister and Dyrenes Værn) and notifying all the neighbors and workers at the hospital. And we've done a lot of waiting too. And waiting. And waiting.

We still keep our door open at nights, in a kind of desperate hope, it's like a prayer to a god that stubbornly stays away when needed most. 

Whatever happens next, we intend to carry on with the Giacomettisfriends site, that's the least we can do under such dire circumstances. We hope other members will follow suit. Worst case scenario, we commemorate Giacometti till the end of time.

Friday, August 4, 2006

Giacometti disparu (updated version)

Giacometti was nowhere to be found upon my return from a wonderful vacation abroad, you could call that an anti-climax. Old Pernille, the next door neighbor, was supposed to take care of him and she hadn't seen him either all the while. No wonder I felt increasingly ill at ease, as the hours passed by and turned into full time day without any sign of life or death from dear, lovely and holy Giacometti.
The first clue as to his whereabouts came from our social worker, old Anne Grethe, she could report seeing a pretty cat around ward nr. 22. He'd been friendly and exceptionally good looking, she thought. I told her it must be him, and wadaya know guys, so it was. I found him in the area the following day, he blinkered myopically in my direction, as if in utter disbelief, then his tail went erect like a tall ship entering a harbour, running the last three four meters straight into my embrace. A highly charged moment, so it was!
The wee bugger had plenty turkey meat to eat last night.