Thoughts from the T-Shirt Lady

Well, it’s been almost a week, since I came home from Ohio. Once my sister got home, we spent some time together, going out to eat, and taking a hike. It was nice weather - glad it wasn’t rainy.

My flight to Ohio was very smooth - even tho it was a tiny jet. Coming back was not so nice. Still a tiny jet - but we were being buffeted all over the place. Glad to be back on solid ground…

As I mentioned, it’s almost a week. I actually got home a week ago today, at 2pm. Of course I’ve been up since 2am this morning - couldn’t sleep very well and there is a good reason.

A little background - we have 2 cats, Wilbur who is 2 1/2 and Orville who is 7 months old. We love them so much!

Every once in awhile, Wilbur will want to go outside. He usually sits on the front stoop, checks a few things out, and then scratches at the door to come back in. He’s timid and doesn’t like unfamiliar people or things. He always hides under the bed when ever we have company.

Yesterday, my DH got ready to go outside - this was after lunch and he’d been in and out all morning - doing his farming thing

Wilbur dashed out the door when my DH opened it. I didn’t know this - as I was sewing in my workroom. So if Wilbur went outside and then wanted to come back in, I wouldn’t have heard his scratching at the door. My DH thought he would be back shortly and let Wilbur in the house. Then he forgot that Wilbur was outside.

Well, as of this morning - Wilbur is still no where to be found. When we finally realized that he wasn’t in the house - we went driving around the neighborhood looking for him.

So my sleep last nite was disjointed - in that I kept waking up to see if I heard him at the door. He has never gone away from the house - we are very concerned. We live in a wooded area and he could get lost since he’s not used to being outside. Also there are wild animals - stray dogs, raccoons, foxes, etc and Wilbur would have a hard time escaping from an animal tracking him down - since Wilbur leads a sedentary life!

I don’t think he’ll starve as he’s kind of on the heavy side - not really large, but not lean either. Even now, I keep going to the door, to see if I can see him. It got down to the low 30’s last nite - so hopefully his fur kept him warm. I wonder if, when he comes home, his roaming days will be over. Or will this adventure give him a taste of the wild side?

More later.

Sandi

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