Gardening and brushing out the dogs for summer… but, honestly, I’ve never had a cat enjoy the soft brush as well! This is the cat I assume someone dumped on me a few months back. Its name is Lost, because every time I asked if it was lost, it’d meow… So last week, Lost disappeared. Cats disappear. They go hunting or leave for the summer or something happens, so it’s not a surprise. I was kinda bummed because Lost is actually a friendly cat and a good hunter as well, but, hey, That’s Life in the Far Far West. A couple of days ago, Brandon said he was changing sprinklers, and up in the window of the old bunkhouse was Lost, meowing pitifully! Brandon opened the door and Lost rushed out, rubbing against him. Lost was very thankful. And skinny. And hungry. When the wind blows hard, the door of the bunkhouse blows open. We walk by, and slam it shut. Whoops. At least Lost was smart enough to let Brandon know when he was close. If Lost disappears again, I’ll check the bunkhouse. Right now, though, Lost is still lovable and still hungry.
So pleased Lost was found!!
Awe, sweet story.
We just got a cat from the shelter we named it Mia since she was Missing in Action. DJ and I got a little giggle out of that