We had another “missing cat” crisis this weekend. We decided when we moved into this house out in the semi-country that we would take our chances and let our cats transition from indoors only cats to in and out cats..we installed a cat door and the cats were free to come and go. The result of this has been the disappearance of at least 3 of our cats in the last 15 years. One of the cats came back for a while, but then disappeared forever a few weeks later. It breaks our heart every time we lose a cat and every time, we revisit our decision to have in and out cats. The bottom line, the part we just can’t seem to get past, is how happy our cats are to be outside. They don’t normally go far…when we are outside, they are usually right there with us. They spend a lot of time sleeping around the house wherever we are. We have made the right decision for all of us…I know it in my head, but my heart doesn’t always understand. This disappearance ended well…Phoebe was missing from late last week until this morning…we were frantic, but hoped beyond hope that she would just walk back in. Well, this morning, Phoebe came back, happy and healthy…can we hear a huge and very deep exhale from this neck of the woods?
This turned into a VERY productive weekend around the old hacienda. We never left the house…it was great! We watched a lot of soccer, golf and baseball. We finished painting the kitchen and have started, slowly, surely and deliberately to move things back in. Every picture, glass pitcher (I collect them), every baker’s rack is being scrutinized and judged…do we need / want this in our kitchen? Because of this, the contents of our kitchen are still strewn about the house…oh, well, at least we know there is an end in sight.
We worked outside, planting two rose bushes, garlic, a hot pepper, lemon grass and a bay leaf plant, weeding incessantly (I used weeding as a ploy to tempt our missing Phoebe to come home, since all the cats usually join me on my weeding adventures), mulching and generally improving the look of the whole place. We ate cherry tomatoes from the vine and found a handful of ripe raspberries! The lawn mowing adventure was disrupted when the mower belt broke, but we had done enough already to just push the mower back into the garage and save it for another day.
Back to work!