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The Story of Thumper, or Peter, or Baby Cat, or Whatever You Want to Call Him

Updated on April 23, 2012
Mr. Thumper Bumper?
Mr. Thumper Bumper?

My girlfriend and I lived in an apartment in Virginia for about a year.

For the first couple months we were there, her middle daughter

and her boyfriend lived with us.

One day, the boyfriend

brought home a kitten he'd found behind the Italian restaurant

he worked at.

The furry little fellow was white with gray splotches

and a pink nose.

About a month later, the daughter and boyfriend moved

to Edenton, North Carolina, to live with the boyfriend's grandparents.

The cat went with them.

They lived there for a couple months

until the boyfriend went to jail (for various offenses).

The daughter then came back to live with us,

bringing the cat with her.

To her, he had become known as Baby cat.

Soon, however, the daughter moved out again,

this time leaving the cat behind.

In the ensuing months, that cat, who I dubbed

as Thumper because of his big, rabbit-like feet,

developed a strong bond with me.

I cradled him in my arms and talked to him

while he just looked at me and purred.

I sang to him and he meowed back.

He slept with us every night

and became one of the most loving cats I’d ever known.

Then, about seven months later,

my girlfriend and I had to move out of the apartment

and into my mother’s house.

Considering the amount of pets already there,

we could not take Thumper with us.

The daughter, because of where she was living,

couldn’t take him either, so my girlfriend’s oldest daughter

volunteered to watch after him.

Interestingly enough,

the oldest daughter lived out in the country,

two houses down from my previous girlfriend.

After a month or so, the oldest daughter ended up moving

to Alabama. She left her sister, the youngest daughter

of my girlfriend’s three, her house and responsibility over Mr. Thumper Bumper.

Within two weeks, the youngest daughter’s “carelessness” resulted

in the disappearance of the cat.

With woods and fields surrounding the area, he could have gone anywhere.

A month passed by and there was still no sign of Thumper.

Then one day I was riding down Jefferson in Newport News

and I received a random text from my ex-girlfriend that lived near the youngest daughter.

It was a multimedia message.

It was a picture of a white cat,

curled up in an old blue recliner I remember so well.

Accompanying the picture was a written message:

“This is our new cat. He wandered up here a month ago.”

I’ll admit it took me about two minutes for it to even click

but when it did it damn near knocked me out the passenger door.

I knew, without a drop of doubt, that it was Thumper.

I told her the story and, as usual, her stubborn ass wouldn’t believe it.

She ultimately accepted my claim, however, and informed me that his name was now Peter.

Who was I to argue?

She had the cat now and none of us could take care of him anyway.

What blows my mind about it all are the odds.

I mean who could’ve known that that cat would

(by chance)

wind up with my current girlfriend and me in the city


(by chance) end up at my ex-girlfriend’s house in the country?

There must be more to this than coincidence.

Maybe it means something,

Like some links just aren’t meant to be broken.

What did you think of this poem?

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    • poet83 profile image

      Brian Lawson 5 years ago from Windsor, Va.

      He is still with my ex girlfriend. I really miss him,too. Very unique cat!

    • raciniwa profile image

      raciniwa 5 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

      hmn...this poem has glued me on the screen...where's Peter now? interesting...

    • jaswinder64 profile image

      jaswinder64 5 years ago from Toronto, Canada.

      Lovely poem. Voted Up!

    • poet83 profile image

      Brian Lawson 5 years ago from Windsor, Va.

      Yea my girlfriend just said that lol! Often poems are written in a narrative form, such as of course "narrative poetry", and this was one of the few I've written. Thanks for the feedback!

    • Lizam1 profile image

      Lizam1 5 years ago from Victoria BC

      I like story more narrative than poem though.