Meanwhile the Cat has become a fixture.
Choosing to turn up night and daily in return for food and the occasional chin rub before buggering off again.
Proton decides that she “loves” Cat and begins to treat him as one of her children, God help him, he already has a catnip addiction.
Cat now has HIS bed, HIS light, HIS Door, and Electron is dispatched to ensure that these things are either plumped up, on, or open, just in case Cat returns. If Cat does not return, Electron is sent out to look for him.
With unkempt hair and wearing slippers and pyjama bottoms Electron scours the back alleys as he tentatively calls out into the darkness for someone called “Big Jessie!” Eventually the tinkling of a bell will be heard and Cat will appear at Electrons side for the walk back home with only the occasional pause to inspect the underside of cars. Walking with Cat makes Electron happy it brings out his caring side and gives him a sense of control. As much control as one can have over a cat.
Protons eyes light up when Cat re-appears, she makes up songs and sings to Cat, invariably Cat ignores her. But no matter, whatever the situation in the house; tension, stress, arguments, all these disappear on Cats arrival.
As the months pass, Cat, now sure in the knowledge that he has a home, turns up as and when he pleases. He stays for less time, just enough time to eat HIS food and HIS milk.
Electron points out that this is costing him a small fortune for what is basically a sentient ornament that keeps disappearing. Mimicking Electrons question when Cat first began to make regular visits, Proton asks; “What is point of Cat?”
Electron ponders his own question and replies……………”Joy”.