Thoughts from the T-Shirt Lady

The other day, I talked about our cat, Wilbur, who went missing. Haven’t had the chance to let you know that he’s back and ok.

What a story.

After my last post, we weren’t sure where to look after driving all over the neighborhood last nite. I had some errands to run, and decided to stop by animal control to see if anyone reported him, or he was picked up. No go.

Then I went and ran a few more errands, stopping in parking lots for several minutes at each place.  I was gone probably about an hour. Are you getting the feeling you know where I’m going with this tail??

Drive home, pull up in front of the house, turn off the car and start to get out. Then I hear a pitiful cry. That’s got to be Wilbur! I keep calling him, and walking around in the yard – is he stuck in an out building, is he in a dog box propped up against the fence? NOOOOO HE’S UNDER THE HOOD OF MY CAR! Why he never got down, while I was traveling around, we’ll never know.

Other than a few scapes (fur gone in a place on his belly) and a nervous stomach – he was fine! One life down and 8 to go. He even let me carry him into the house – which for him is a stretch since he doesn’t like to be picked up, held or snuggled. A very independent cat.

We now sleep with the bedroom door open – used to be we kept it closed because we didn’t want the cats jumping up and down from bed to floor, etc. Well, we have decided that we want them near us – with that near miss – don’t want to exclude our cats in our lives. It’s not too bad, after a few minutes, they settle down – Orville at the bed at my feet, and Wilbur on the floor.  One big happy family!

Sandi