A couple of weeks back, kitty Lucy-Fur went missing… and by missing I really mean she wasn’t where she usually hangs out in all the wrong places on all the wrong furniture. It’s very rare that I don’t see her at all for a whole day… and so I got the idea that she must have joined the kitty circus and left town. She’d be a great cat for the NBA circus… the thing has the longest limbs, body, and tail I’ve ever seen. No fat… just LONGNESS! I decided I best go searching for her… in the past when she’s disappeared she’s been stuck up a tree or eaten by a dog. I ventured on down the canal bank with George Jefferson (the stray feral cat who follows me around mewing everywhere but whom I still have yet to touch). We got quite a ways down the bank when I hear that all-too-familiar high-pitched mewing noise and I knew I had me a winner. It was a loud, panicky mew… like she needed help and was just waiting for me to come and find her. I couldn’t see her, but I could hear her. It took me a while to find her… locked away in a freaking chicken coop thick with weeds as tall as I was. I have no clue how she got into said chicken coop… the fence had that tight chicken wire around it and there were no open gates… she must have climbed up and back down the chain link fence because she is a dope!
I finally found a gate and was able to push it far enough to make a small opening… but like Lucy-Fur could see me amidst all them weeds. She’s tall, but not like 6 feet. So, I stuck my head through the little opening and I kept calling her name… and every time I called it, I heard her rustling through the weeds, closer and closer to the sound of my voice until finally I was able to reach out and grab her. Oh, I forgot to mention… I’m like Super Woman in my spare time.
What did I learn from Lucy-Fur and her escapade? Sometimes you need help… and that’s okay. Life isn’t meant to be gone through alone. There are friends and family to help in those times where we can’t see our way out of the weed patch. If you need help… ask for it… There ain’t no shame in it.
Question of the Day: What mischief have you caught your pet in?
Excuse the really flattering angle on this picture, but I always find this funny. Lucy-Fur cannot sleep unless her nose is covered up in some way. Usually she crawls up onto someone, sticks her nose in their armpit, and then immediately falls asleep… with her nose in their armpit… which is cool because I use 8 gallons of Secret (strong enough for a man, pH balanced for a woman, yo) but imagine if she had to sleep like that next to body odor dude/dudette? EW!