I don't know if she came out of the closet or out from under the bed or out from some Dick-Cheney-esque "undisclosed location" she goes to hide in when her other mother (AKA her REAL mother) is away.
But I don't care.
All I care about is she's OUT ... putting an end to my 24-fear-wracked-hours that just because she won't come when I call -- even when I open a can of smelly cat food and try to make meowing noises to tempt her out of her hiding place -- does not mean she has somehow escaped into the scary, dangerous outside world in spite of my best efforts at maximum security-total kitty lockdown and I'm going to have to explain to her other mother (AKA my wife) that I lost the cat while she was in Orlando at the Believe Out Loud Power Summit.
So celebrate with me. THE CAT IS OUT! Alleluia, Alleluia!!
Does the parable of the lost drachma feel more personal?
ReplyDeleteDon't discount Cheney's culpability too quickly.
It's certainly worth a Alleluia!
This kitteh looks ready to purr, regally, "Nolo Me Tangere", upon making her reappearance... ;-/
ReplyDeleteSharing your happiness.
[Wanna share mine? GIANTS going to the NLCS!!! Woo Hoo!!! :-D]
Cute kitty! What was lost has now been found! Joy to all ... I know what this is like having been "owned" by a number of cats in my lifetime.
ReplyDeleteCute kitty! What was lost has now been found! Joy to all ... I know what this is like having been "owned" by a number of cats in my lifetime.
ReplyDeleteMy cats are always curious whenever I slide open the closet door. I always shoo them away saying, "No one's in the closet in this house."
ReplyDeleteWho says cats don't have a sense of humor?
ReplyDeleteHa. Ha.
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