Late Monday evening I received news of an actual small domestic miracle, which I thought was more interesting than the fictional story that I had set up for Tuesday morning.
It goes like this; my daughter left here early last evening to drive home to Astoria, about a four hour drive, with her two cats in her Jeep. I was a little bit alerted about this trip for some reason so I called her just as she was getting home. So, it seemed that all was well.
However, when she unpacked the car, only Charley was in the Jeep. Mr. Baby was not there! She had stopped in Longview to take a photo and she had gone to Safeway on the way home also. Longview is a good hour away. Safeway is near. She drove back to Safeway and called him and drove around. No dice. No cat.
About then her daughter kept texting her funny things until she had to call her back and tell her what had happened and why she wasn't responding normally. Bubble Woman was distraught and felt terrible because she had lost Mr. Baby!
My wise granddaughter told her mother to go back to the overlook in Longview and call him. So she drove the hour back to Longview and called him and she could hear meows! But he was up some awful muddy bank, very steep and awkward and he was scampering around playing coy, and would not come to her, though he usually will come to her outdoors. This is all happening in the dead dark middle of the night.
Finally, she was able to reach him and grab him because he still had his little kitty harness on.
Granddaughter and I were both on "alert" last night and thank God my daughter obeyed her daughter.
It's a tempest in a teapot of course. Not the biggest deal in the world, but she is thanking God. We are all thanking God!
Tonight she was thinking of the shepherd who goes back to find the sheep that was lost, and what you will do to find that lost one, if you happen to be a cat shepherd!
My daughter is exhausted and scraped up, but very, very happy to have naughty Mr. Baby Sir back at home.
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