This weekend, we had one of those heart-stopping moments, and we had only ourselves to blame.
Actually, that happened twice in the last few days, one far less bad than the other, and only myself/ourselves to blame in both cases.
So, Sunday, we were hanging laundry, so we let the boy-cats out on the patio, as we do sometimes. They can hang out there and eat grass (their favorite activity) and roll around on the concrete (second-favorite activity) for 10, fifteen minutes and all is right with the world.
Except T & I got distracted talking about which trees we were going to prune. We headed back to the house – and Oli was looking guilty and Theo was nowhere to be seen.
I wasn’t worried right away. Theo likes to hide under the lilac near the corner of the house and sniff out chipmunks.
No Theo under the car, behind the heating-oil tank, under the patio chairs. Continue reading