It’s been a busy week for me. The reformat went smoothly this past weekend, but the re-installation of programs did not. I still have more to add (like the software for the Occasional cam). Then, last Friday I found out we’d have someone visiting tomorrow. Well, I can’t have a stranger walking into our home without a thorough cleaning first. And that’s what I’ve been doing this week. Restoring Windows and washing windows at the same time.
Today was to be an easy day. There are a few things left to do, none of them labor intensive or time consuming. I got up this morning, made Brian’s lunch, started some more laundry. I looked out the living room door and saw Little Bit jump from the top of the cathouse and go inside. After this, I took a shower.
Out of the shower and in my robe, I came back to the office and read some forums and combed out my hair. Then I got dressed. I got a cup of coffee and came back here to drink it. Meanwhile, Rachel kept talking to me. Usually she’s vocal when she’s hungry, but there was plenty of food in the bowl. I just ignored her.
A little while later I went outside and lo and behold, there was a kitty cat on the other side of the fence. Trying to get in? It looked like one of the kittens. Or worse, Little Bit. I went into panic mode. I got all of the cats in and gave them treats and did a lock down. I counted kitten heads. All accounted for, but there was no Little Bit. Then I called Brian. He suggested opening the gates so that she could come in that way. So, I opened the gates. And waited. And watched.
I didn’t see her.
About an hour later, I look out the office window at the cathouse. Hmmm….curious, I went outside. I look in the top story and there she is. Little Bit. As calm as you please. Not looking at all like a kitty who’d just gotten home from an adventure.
So, now I’m wondering if that wasn’t Little Bit at all, but some strange kitty. And Little Bit just sat in the cathouse, watching me go nuts. I had looked inside, but from a different angle and it’s entirely possible she was in there the entire time.
Oh, well, we’re safe now, but I sure hate that adrenaline rush at that first possibility of an escapee.
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