Although I seem to have a lot to say right now. Life took on a bit of a yucky tone over the weekend. Mostly in general, and even slightly here. This is a positive place, which is mainly why I moderate comments on occasion. Anonymous comments are mostly welcome. Vague comments are welcome. Constructive criticism is even welcome. Name-calling is not welcome – not when it’s happening to other commenters or even to me. Luckily, it’s very rare and this is a safe place for me, and for you.
That said, and even despite that, I’ve been feeling slightly disgruntled with blogging lately which is also rare for me. I might just need to step back slightly, which I don’t often do, or step back with what I put into this. I have felt very restless and disconnected, which is probably due to multiple things. I apologize in advance if I don’t seem to be as active as I usually am. Although, sometimes people can’t tell when I step back! That’s because I pre-schedule and line up my words and photos.
Both of our cats like to hang around the deck and garden. Both come right in for dinner. Bella ran outside early yesterday morning and wasn’t seen again at night. Cassidy was really nervous at night and I was too, because it was getting late and there was no sign of her. We woke up the next morning and she was still gone. Cassidy went for a long walk in the yard and woods and turned up with nothing. We had to tell Scarlet that we couldn’t find Bella and she remained hopeful and made a wish on a candle that Bella would come back today. I was hopeful too, and I told Cassidy. He wasn’t hopeful at all but he has had cats before and knows more than I do. He was very bummed and I was getting to be bummed too. I missed that weird cat.
As the day went on, I skipped morning and afternoon Sunday plans because I was too sad and scared. I kept looking outside and expecting to see her little face peering in at the door, but there was nothing. She had been gone well over 24 hours. I took Des outside on the deck to look around and I heard the unmistakable sound of meowing in the woods. I called Cassidy out and he heard it too, but it was quickly swallowed up by the sounds of many loud birds. We went into the woods to track sounds and didn’t hear it again for awhile. I went back inside and Cassidy somehow kept going and found her up a tree. He ran to get a ladder and grabbed her, to many scratches on his arm, but she escaped again! However, we knew she was alive, at least, and sure enough – she came peering in the front door and found her way inside again. Where she will STAY.