A Twist of Things to Come

I was so worried. I'm sure you all know Angry Cat by now, from my frequent use of him in Birthday greetings. He slipped out the garage door (I suppose the door between the house and garage had closed fully, because he's good at clawing it open if it doesn't catch) and out into the night when we got home Friday night/early Saturday. We tried to get him back in but he ran and we lost him in the shadows. It has happened before, but he's always been desperate to get back in after a short while.

I spent most of Saturday looking for him, checking the storm drains and side streets. Wee Boy went with a friend and his family to the pool, but ended up walking home crying. Poor woobie. After years of harassing the cat with too much affection, Wee Boy has finally got the hang of being good to the cat. They have actually grown quite close recently.

Then it rained really hard in the early evening, and I went to the front room where it's quiet to call the animal shelter and my sister (I knew she would understand my fear, and my need to put a brave face on for the kids). I'd just hung up when I thought I heard a meow. A moment passed and heard scratching, opened the door and in came my big, bedraggled fuzzy baby. Wee Boy's friend Jake immediately told us all "I TOLD you he'd come back when it started to rain!"

Such a relief not to need those fliers after all.

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Had a nice weekend with the hubby otherwise. It was fun to cook good meals and feed him for a change. I went rather wild on the fruit at the grocery store Friday, so I threw a few raspberries in my banana/strawberry smoothie. It was yummy. Now I'm having raspberries with the chocolate drizzle that was left over from the bonbons I made for the party.

I even got in over 3000 words this morning while everyone was asleep.

Life is good.