Cat was unwanted, and that’s why she came to us, tiny, declawed, very much an inside-the-house-only moggie.
Funny how they worm their way into your heart.
We were out most of Monday and came home very late. We didn’t realize Cat was missing until breakfast yesterday morning: she wasn’t on her usual perch on top of the refrigerator.
We searched the house, and found the front door screen torn. No Cat. She probably escaped the house, unnoticed, Monday morning just before we left.
A dire and fruitless search outside the house Tuesday morning. Clearly, Cat was gone. A couple of hours later, I went out and searched again in fear and desperation. And there she was: curled up in a bit of plastic debris, looking at me as if to say, “What’s the fuss about?”
When I started this blog, I swore I would never blog about the cat. I have broken this rule once before, and now today — and may have to break it again, PRN.