November 22 – Now first thing, every morning, Cat generally wants us to open the garage door so she can check on weather conditions and watch the birds feeding.
Well, we didn’t have time to hunt and hunt for her THAT morning, as we had our daily tasks to take care of. Later, as I was clearing off the counter top in the kitchen, I came across a greeting card from our friends Dana and Dennis Raker. She is the editor of the Holden Image newspaper in a town near us. Such a cute card with the little kitten popping her head out of the flower pot. Sitting right behind the card was a small yellow kitten of soft material. On her chest were the words, “Try Me!”
Sure, I would try it. Oh, yes, I would, as I thought that maybe Cat would hear the mewing sound and come to find who had come to visit! Holding the cat in one hand, I pushed the red button. Immediately a little singing cat cried off-key, “Meow, meow, meow” before stopping its song. As I walked all through the house, through every room, I continued to push the button. Those same three “Meows” could be heard everywhere.
Finally, I decided to go out to the garage to tell Dale what I was doing, feeling sure he would probably think that was pretty funny. Just as I opened the door and reached for the little cat to show him, something rubbed against my ankles! Since there’s but one “thing” that does that, I quickly turned around to find Cat ready to make up and become our cat again. Her main interest, though, had to be that little golden cat meowing, begging her to return to her position as Queen of the Fairchild house!
And yes, she still asks to go out, sometimes being ready to come back in after just a minute outside. Then it’s the other way around as she announces just after she has come in, that she is ready to go out again! But I doubt that she will ever again hold a grudge long enough to stay hidden from us. We still can’t figure out where she was hiding, but it must be a good place, still known only to her! – CHRIS
The Rum Tum Tugger is a terrible bore:
When you let him in, then he wants to be out;
He’s always on the wrong side of every door,
And as soon as he’s at home, then he’d like to get about!
– T.S. Eliot