Runaway

Who knew these cats would provide me with such great blogging content? Reason enough to keep them around? No.

If anyone is giving out Mother of the Year awards, I better be next in line, is all I'm say'in! Last night Jayda's cat snuck out the door, she tried to catch it, but wasn't successful. So we all took our turns yelling," Here, kitty kitty" for the next few hours. Miss Periwinkle didn't want to come inside, apparently. Jayda was hysterically crying and just knew she'd never see the cat again. I was pondering on whether now would be a good time to "let" the other cat outside as well. I mean they might as well be together, right? I tried to convince Jayda that the cat would be fine and the cat-killer dog was tied up and I'm sure she would be back in the morning. She went to bed in tears.

Fast forward 10 hours >

I woke up, showered, dressed myself. Went to front door. Opened said door. Said, "here, kitty kitty," once and wha-la. Kitty kitty was once again inside. Picked up kitty kitty, threw her on Jayda's bed, and went back to my room to continue getting ready. Crisis over.

This is TWICE I have gone out of my way to rescue this cat. Is someone writing this down?