Typical cat. 
Gotta love it.
So how’s the blogosphere been? I’ve hardly been on, as my assignments have increased lately and I haven’t had much time for blog reading (and blog writing). Hence my late Find the Kitty post. The weeks have floooooooown by. Wasn’t yesterday Earth Day? Where did the days go?
I really need to slow down…
We had a horrible fright with Livvy the other night. Someone left one of the back doors open, and she was gone. No one noticed for quite some time. My son came to me, asking where Livvy was after he saw the door. Needless to say, we all freaked out. It was late, about 9:30pm or so, dark as anything. Oh Lord, my precious cat…
We eventually found her, skulking behind some shrubs at the property line. I was so angry, I could have throttled her. Sheesh, doesn’t she realize what a terror she causes us sometimes? Anyway, she’s safe and sound. As soon as she came in, she plopped by my feet (warm spot) and bathed herself. And slept soundly all night.
That’s enough adventure for me.
:) I’m a married mom of four teenage children. We live in Upstate New York. We bought an old 1855 home and acre property, over 10 years ago. We've been in the slow, agonizing process of living in the home while (trying) to renovate it. When I'm not renovating, I'm a freelance writer and blogger.
We've learned to dig a French drain, plant huge flower and vegetable gardens, wire a circuit panel, install furnace ducting, understand the enigmatic complexities of the plumbing system, and more. It's been *quite* the adventure.
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May 6, 2011 at 8:11 pm
Wow, so glad Livvy didn’t wander far!! Our cats have “escaped” a few times, but thankfully didn’t wander far. Once we didn’t realize Q-ee cat had gotten out and the husband opened the front door to let the dog out to potty and Q-ee ran *in*!!
May 6, 2011 at 9:13 pm
It really is scary when they get out. I had a cat that never went out and she got out a couple of times but she eventually came back. But it is a panic time. Glad you found Livvy. Take care.
May 9, 2011 at 5:01 pm
Oh, I found her!! Of course boxes don’t come with tails!! Hee! Hee!
Oh, I get so mad when Hobbes won’t come in. Grace used to do that too when she was younger and spunkier. They will sit 5 feet away from you as you yell their names over and over, worried sick that they are dead somewhere. Ugh. While they think it is hilarious, I want to murder them—but then I’m all worried about them too. Sorta like kids, eh?
I hate May. It’s so busy and I haven’t had time to blog or visit either. My posts are super lame and I haven’t caught up on what the pallies are up to. I’m just ready for summer to come so I have 5 minutes to blog again.