There is a lot of serious stuff on my mind right now, so I decided a light-hearted blog was necessary. Something to know about me, I am not a fan of animals. I have nothing against those who love their pets, in fact I think there are many people who make wonderful pet parents, and I recognize that God created dogs and cats and the like for a purpose, and that the purpose may just be companionship for humans. Regardless of any of that, though, I have never had a pet, never wanted a pet, never been a big fan of being around other people's pets.
So you can imagine my surprise when I received a text from my husband at 9:42pm last Friday night that stated, "What the heck, I think there is a cat in the house". I had just pulled my car into the garage after a late grocery shopping trip, the house was dark which I took as a good sign that Joel had gone to bed, then I receive that text, to which I immediately replied (from inside my car inside our garage), "What?!!". Doug's response was "Get in here." So I told Gracie to stay in the car please, and I came in the house to find Joel sleeping on Doug on the couch, the hockey game on TV, and Doug telling me to please go check out the bedrooms for a cat. WE DON'T HAVE A CAT!! I asked him what in the world he was talking about, he said that Joel had left the screen door open earlier and for a while he'd been hearing a bell but thought it was the hockey game, until he saw something streak past the kitchen and he realized it was a cat. A cat with a bell around its neck, wandering through our house for who knows how long! Yikes! I tentatively walked down the darkened hallway,and sure enough...there was the tinkling sound of a cat's bell as it scampered somewhere in one of our bedrooms. Geesh.
My remedy to this odd situation was to take the sleeping Joel from Doug, and sit on the couch while Doug went cat hunting. It was alarmingly quiet after he turned the hall lights on, no more cat bell, and it took him a bit of time to track the darn thing down, hiding under our bed. Once we knew Joel's room was in the clear, I put him to bed, then watched helplessly as Doug tried to coax the darn cat out from under the bed. It took a bit of nudging, but finally the black and white uncollared-but-belled kitty bolted from under the bed and went back out the screen door. Good grief!
Another critter adventure to add to the book for us. It can go in there along with the almost-dead-but-still-moving squirrel falling into the fireplace in our townhouse; the raccoons stalking us in the hot tub on a Sunriver trip; the skunk eating our food the first time we went camping together; the neighbor's cat spraying our screen door, repeatedly; the decomposed opposum rotting under our front porch; the dead mouse hiding somewhere in the walls of our front closet; the rather large raccoon and opposum we trapped in our backyard last year; the slugs we found on our kitchen and playroom floor this spring. Goodness gracious, it's no wonder I am not a fan of animals!
:)
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