That one story about my cat...

So a few of you may have heard through the grapevine that while I was up North helping out with the new staj's training, a bit of baiting and switching occurred here in Sedona-miz. It went a little something like this:

I was happily up north, in a gorgeous mountain town near Fes, enjoying my time with five bright-eyed PCTs when I get a text from the sitemate.

'So, I went to your house to borrow some butcher paper [to wrap his backpack and ship it home] and there's no sign of Jeter. There is, however, food, water, and shit all over the place. Would your family have taken him? Or should we be worried.'

Panic set in. I was about 11 hours away with only my host-sister's phone number who is currently living in Marrakech... Hmm. I text her anyways asking about my kitty's whereabouts. I text her again the next day. And again the next day. To no response. I get another text from the sitemate maybe three days later stating:

'So I'm 99% sure the cat that is now in your house is not Jeter.'

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Right. Time to call the host-sister.

'Hey! No evil? Everything good? Thank Allah. You know where my cat might be? Nathaniel is pretty darn sure the one in my house isn't Jeter'

'Nope, it's definitely him. He just gained a lot of weight, he got really fat!'

'Where was he? How did he get out/back in?'

'He was ... at the neighbours... through a window... lots of food... scratching host-brother... I brought him back when I was home this weekend.'

'Okay, I'll trust you! See you next week, Take care of your head'

And so I then called Nathaniel.

'Um so host sis said [insert aforementioned scenario here]'

'[Guffaw] HA there is no way that this cat is Jeter, but let me know what you think when you get home tomorrow'

So I travel back to Sedona-miz, debating any and all possible scenarios of what the heck went down while I was gone. Did Jeter jump out the window in desperation due to loneliness? Due to starvation of host-family innocently forgetting to feed him? Did he scamper out the door when the opened it? Was he hiding/dead inside? Is this even my cat in my house? Why would they have switched him? Do they think it's really him or do they feel guilty for losing/killing mine? Whaaaat happened?

The bus arrives. I drag my belongings up the hill. I put the key in the door and hear a meowing on the other side. After opening the door I was face to face with one BEAST of a feline. Other than mild colour similarities, this most certainly is not my animal. This monstrosity was at least three times the size & weight of my cat, snarling, and following me around the house incessantly. W.T.F. So I called Nathaniel to help a) get rid of this grotesque freak of nature and b) find my poor little kitty. We accomplished goal a relatively quickly, disposing of the vermin just up the street. Part b proved more difficult.

It wasn't until three days later, while getting dressed for work, that I heard a familiar meow outside my window. There, in the garden, was Jeter. I booked it down the stairs, down the street, and around the corner half dressed and in slippers to grab my emaciated and affectionate little kitty.

For the record, I still have no idea what actually happened.

Jeter

The imposter.