Shadow visits her old home

It was dark and rainy when I got home late today. I'd left work late after a
day on my feet, and had to pick up some groceries on the way. I had ran out
of coffee on Saturday and was no doubt *very* unpleasant to be around for
the whole of Sunday. Despite drinking twice as many cups of tea as I
normally do coffee to keep up the blood caffeine level at 'reasonable'
levels, discovered that tea just ain't the same as the addiction of choice,
and Joel not unreasonably *demanded* I went to the supermarket *before*
coming home to pick up some coffee "and while I was there" a few other
staples.

So I'm tired, strung out, late and getting crankier with each raindrop
dripping icicly down my back whilst I unload the groceries. I'm feeling
miserable and sorry for myself, and thinking dark and depressing thoughts
when I heard an unmistakable 'Rrrow?'

"Shadow!!!" I dropped the grocery bag, turned around and saw my white fluffy
girl. She raced straight up to me meowing and trilling excitedly. I scooped
her up and covered her pretty little head in kisses, shopping forgotten.

My arms full, and not willing to let go, I both crooned to her and scolded
her softley for running away whilest kicking at the front door so that
someone would open it for me. I didnt want to try to fumble for my keys or
risk dropping her by knocking.

Joel opened the door and said "What have we here???" - he took her out of my
arms and I could see that besides slightly wet muddy paws, as one would
expect on a wet night, she was clean, dry, burr-free, and looking well fed.
She continued to chirp, trill and meow like she was telling us all she'd
been up to.

We both went into the house, groceries completely abandoned and the boot
(trunk) happily collecting rainwater. She was fussed over, scritched, loved
and worshipped as is fit for a princess of her stature, and she accepted all
the attention without a hiss, growl or scratch (unusual for her).
Eventually, though, domestic reality had to overcome the joy of having my
baby home and I remembered the groceries, now suitably soggy outside.

As I opened the front door FLASH! the furry white streak that was Shadow
dashed once more into the dark. She dashed u the driveway, and turned left.
Just at before she was out of sight, she stopped, turned around like she was
taking one last look at the place, and then ran out of sight.

I think she came to say that she's gonna be OK. I don't know where she is,
exactly, but it must be warm and dry, doesn't have burrs, and has a
plentiful food supply. I hope its in a loving home, but if not, thats
obviously the life she has chosen for herself, and I hope that its truly
what she wants.

I also hope that no matter where she is now calling home, that she knows
she's always welcome to visit "the old place" whenever she likes.

Yowie
--
If you're paddling upstream in a canoe and a wheel falls off, how many
pancakes can you fit in a doghouse? None, icecream doesn't have bones.

No cluons were harmed when Yowie wrote:
I think she came to say that she's gonna be OK. I don't know where she
is, exactly, but it must be warm and dry, doesn't have burrs, and has
a plentiful food supply. I hope its in a loving home

Oh pleasepleaseplease let it be so. We're purring and praying that she's
found her happy place.


Hugs and Purrs,
Mark
--
Proof of Sanity Forged Upon Request

"Yowie" wrote in message
...
It was dark and rainy when I got home late today. I'd left work late after
a day on my feet, and had to pick up some groceries on the way. I had ran
out of coffee on Saturday and was no doubt *very* unpleasant to be around
for the whole of Sunday. Despite drinking twice as many cups of tea as I
normally do coffee to keep up the blood caffeine level at 'reasonable'
levels, discovered that tea just ain't the same as the addiction of
choice, and Joel not unreasonably *demanded* I went to the supermarket
*before* coming home to pick up some coffee "and while I was there" a few
other staples.

So I'm tired, strung out, late and getting crankier with each raindrop
dripping icicly down my back whilst I unload the groceries. I'm feeling
miserable and sorry for myself, and thinking dark and depressing thoughts
when I heard an unmistakable 'Rrrow?'

"Shadow!!!" I dropped the grocery bag, turned around and saw my white
fluffy girl. She raced straight up to me meowing and trilling excitedly.
I scooped her up and covered her pretty little head in kisses, shopping
forgotten.

My arms full, and not willing to let go, I both crooned to her and scolded
her softley for running away whilest kicking at the front door so that
someone would open it for me. I didnt want to try to fumble for my keys or
risk dropping her by knocking.

Joel opened the door and said "What have we here???" - he took her out of
my arms and I could see that besides slightly wet muddy paws, as one would
expect on a wet night, she was clean, dry, burr-free, and looking well
fed. She continued to chirp, trill and meow like she was telling us all
she'd been up to.

We both went into the house, groceries completely abandoned and the boot
(trunk) happily collecting rainwater. She was fussed over, scritched,
loved and worshipped as is fit for a princess of her stature, and she
accepted all the attention without a hiss, growl or scratch (unusual for
her). Eventually, though, domestic reality had to overcome the joy of
having my baby home and I remembered the groceries, now suitably soggy
outside.

As I opened the front door FLASH! the furry white streak that was Shadow
dashed once more into the dark. She dashed u the driveway, and turned
left. Just at before she was out of sight, she stopped, turned around like
she was taking one last look at the place, and then ran out of sight.

I think she came to say that she's gonna be OK. I don't know where she is,
exactly, but it must be warm and dry, doesn't have burrs, and has a
plentiful food supply. I hope its in a loving home, but if not, thats
obviously the life she has chosen for herself, and I hope that its truly
what she wants.

I also hope that no matter where she is now calling home, that she knows
she's always welcome to visit "the old place" whenever she likes.

Yowie
--
If you're paddling upstream in a canoe and a wheel falls off, how many
pancakes can you fit in a doghouse? None, icecream doesn't have bones.


What a maddening little girl. Purrs that she remains well and safe.


--
Theresa and Dante

Stinky Forever: http://pets.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh

"Yowie" wrote in message
...
It was dark and rainy when I got home late today. I'd left work
late after a day on my feet, and had to pick up some groceries on
the way. I had ran out of coffee on Saturday and was no doubt
*very* unpleasant to be around for the whole of Sunday. Despite
drinking twice as many cups of tea as I normally do coffee to keep
up the blood caffeine level at 'reasonable' levels, discovered
that tea just ain't the same as the addiction of choice, and Joel
not unreasonably *demanded* I went to the supermarket *before*
coming home to pick up some coffee "and while I was there" a few
other staples.

So I'm tired, strung out, late and getting crankier with each
raindrop dripping icicly down my back whilst I unload the
groceries. I'm feeling miserable and sorry for myself, and
thinking dark and depressing thoughts when I heard an unmistakable
'Rrrow?'

"Shadow!!!" I dropped the grocery bag, turned around and saw my
white fluffy girl. She raced straight up to me meowing and
trilling excitedly. I scooped her up and covered her pretty little
head in kisses, shopping forgotten.

My arms full, and not willing to let go, I both crooned to her and
scolded her softley for running away whilest kicking at the front
door so that someone would open it for me. I didnt want to try to
fumble for my keys or risk dropping her by knocking.

Joel opened the door and said "What have we here???" - he took her
out of my arms and I could see that besides slightly wet muddy
paws, as one would expect on a wet night, she was clean, dry,
burr-free, and looking well fed. She continued to chirp, trill and
meow like she was telling us all she'd been up to.

We both went into the house, groceries completely abandoned and
the boot (trunk) happily collecting rainwater. She was fussed
over, scritched, loved and worshipped as is fit for a princess of
her stature, and she accepted all the attention without a hiss,
growl or scratch (unusual for her). Eventually, though, domestic
reality had to overcome the joy of having my baby home and I
remembered the groceries, now suitably soggy outside.

As I opened the front door FLASH! the furry white streak that was
Shadow dashed once more into the dark. She dashed u the driveway,
and turned left. Just at before she was out of sight, she stopped,
turned around like she was taking one last look at the place, and
then ran out of sight.

I think she came to say that she's gonna be OK. I don't know where
she is, exactly, but it must be warm and dry, doesn't have burrs,
and has a plentiful food supply. I hope its in a loving home, but
if not, thats obviously the life she has chosen for herself, and I
hope that its truly what she wants.

I also hope that no matter where she is now calling home, that she
knows she's always welcome to visit "the old place" whenever she
likes.

Yowie

When a cat disappears, I feel like the worst part is the not
knowing. I'd say in Shadow's case you now at least know enough.
I'd bet she will be back for visits and you will learn where she has
decided to live.

Jo

On Sep 7, 6:35*am, "Yowie" wrote:

I think she came to say that she's gonna be OK. I don't know where she is,
exactly, but it must be warm and dry, doesn't have burrs, and has a
plentiful food supply. I hope its in a loving home, but if not, thats
obviously the life she has chosen for herself, and I hope that its truly
what she wants.

I also hope that no matter where she is now calling home, that she knows
she's always welcome to visit "the old place" whenever she likes.

I think if she's in a new place the servants there obviously love her
and look after her, otherwise she wouldn't be so robust and her coat
wouldn't be in good shape. You're lucky, Yowie; your little one came
to let you know she's doing well. So many of us just don't know. I
think you may have a semi-regular houseguest for a long time to come,
and purrs will continue for her safety and good love.

Blessed be,
Baha

On Sep 7, 6:35*am, "Yowie" wrote:


I also hope that no matter where she is now calling home, that she knows
she's always welcome to visit "the old place" whenever she likes.

I bet she does and I bet she takes advantage of the welcome every once
in awhile.
"Let's just be friends" is tough but it can work.

--
Will in New Haven

"Yowie" wrote:
I think she came to say that she's gonna be OK. I don't know where she is,
exactly, but it must be warm and dry, doesn't have burrs, and has a
plentiful food supply. I hope its in a loving home, but if not, thats
obviously the life she has chosen for herself, and I hope that its truly
what she wants.

I also hope that no matter where she is now calling home, that she knows
she's always welcome to visit "the old place" whenever she likes.

That's wonderful! I guess she can take care of herself.

I have one idea for her - I'd prepare a collar with your number and a
message on it, for the next time you find her. Maybe in time, you can
figure out what her network is.

Yowie wrote:

I also hope that no matter where she is now calling home, that she knows
she's always welcome to visit "the old place" whenever she likes.

I'm so glad she came to visit and showed you she is doing well. It does
sound like she has found a good home somewhere in the vicinity.

--
Marina, Miranda and Caliban.
In loving memory of Frank and Nikki.

You must have been awash with mixed emotions - relieved to know she's all
right, happy to have a chance to express your love for her again, sad that
she left again but relieved that she has obviously found a home that
apparently is a better fit for her than yours turned out to be. I'm glad
she let you know she's okay, and I hope she will come back for occasional
visits. Hugs for the pain you're feeling, even though it's bound to be less
than what you've been experiencing the past few days.

(((((((Yowie)))))))

Joy

"Yowie" wrote in message
...
It was dark and rainy when I got home late today. I'd left work late after
a day on my feet, and had to pick up some groceries on the way. I had ran
out of coffee on Saturday and was no doubt *very* unpleasant to be around
for the whole of Sunday. Despite drinking twice as many cups of tea as I
normally do coffee to keep up the blood caffeine level at 'reasonable'
levels, discovered that tea just ain't the same as the addiction of
choice, and Joel not unreasonably *demanded* I went to the supermarket
*before* coming home to pick up some coffee "and while I was there" a few
other staples.

So I'm tired, strung out, late and getting crankier with each raindrop
dripping icicly down my back whilst I unload the groceries. I'm feeling
miserable and sorry for myself, and thinking dark and depressing thoughts
when I heard an unmistakable 'Rrrow?'

"Shadow!!!" I dropped the grocery bag, turned around and saw my white
fluffy girl. She raced straight up to me meowing and trilling excitedly.
I scooped her up and covered her pretty little head in kisses, shopping
forgotten.

My arms full, and not willing to let go, I both crooned to her and scolded
her softley for running away whilest kicking at the front door so that
someone would open it for me. I didnt want to try to fumble for my keys or
risk dropping her by knocking.

Joel opened the door and said "What have we here???" - he took her out of
my arms and I could see that besides slightly wet muddy paws, as one would
expect on a wet night, she was clean, dry, burr-free, and looking well
fed. She continued to chirp, trill and meow like she was telling us all
she'd been up to.

We both went into the house, groceries completely abandoned and the boot
(trunk) happily collecting rainwater. She was fussed over, scritched,
loved and worshipped as is fit for a princess of her stature, and she
accepted all the attention without a hiss, growl or scratch (unusual for
her). Eventually, though, domestic reality had to overcome the joy of
having my baby home and I remembered the groceries, now suitably soggy
outside.

As I opened the front door FLASH! the furry white streak that was Shadow
dashed once more into the dark. She dashed u the driveway, and turned
left. Just at before she was out of sight, she stopped, turned around like
she was taking one last look at the place, and then ran out of sight.

I think she came to say that she's gonna be OK. I don't know where she is,
exactly, but it must be warm and dry, doesn't have burrs, and has a
plentiful food supply. I hope its in a loving home, but if not, thats
obviously the life she has chosen for herself, and I hope that its truly
what she wants.

I also hope that no matter where she is now calling home, that she knows
she's always welcome to visit "the old place" whenever she likes.

Yowie
--
If you're paddling upstream in a canoe and a wheel falls off, how many
pancakes can you fit in a doghouse? None, icecream doesn't have bones.

On Sep 7, 6:35*am, "Yowie" wrote:
It was dark and rainy when I got home late today. I'd left work late after a
day on my feet, and had to pick up some groceries on the way. I had ran out
of coffee on Saturday and was no doubt *very* unpleasant to be around for
the whole of Sunday. Despite drinking twice as many cups of tea as I
normally do coffee to keep up the blood caffeine level at 'reasonable'
levels, discovered that tea just ain't the same as the addiction of choice,
and Joel not unreasonably *demanded* I went to the supermarket *before*
coming home to pick up some coffee "and while I was there" a few other
staples.

So I'm tired, strung out, late and getting crankier with each raindrop
dripping icicly down my back whilst I unload the groceries. I'm feeling
miserable and sorry for myself, and thinking dark and depressing thoughts
when I heard an unmistakable 'Rrrow?'

"Shadow!!!" I dropped the grocery bag, turned around and saw my white fluffy
girl. She raced *straight up to me meowing and trilling excitedly. I scooped
her up and covered her pretty little head in kisses, shopping forgotten.

My arms full, and not willing to let go, I both crooned to her and scolded
her softley for running away whilest kicking at the front door so that
someone would open it for me. I didnt want to try to fumble for my keys or
risk dropping her by knocking.

Joel opened the door and said "What have we here???" - he took her out of my
arms and I could see that besides slightly wet muddy paws, as one would
expect on a wet night, she was clean, dry, burr-free, and looking well fed.
She continued to chirp, trill and meow like she was telling us all she'd
been up to.

We both went into the house, groceries completely abandoned and the boot
(trunk) happily collecting rainwater. She was fussed over, scritched, loved
and worshipped as is fit for a princess of her stature, and she accepted all
the attention without a hiss, growl or scratch (unusual for her).
Eventually, though, domestic reality had to overcome the joy of having my
baby home and I remembered the groceries, now suitably soggy outside.

As I opened the front door FLASH! the furry white streak that was Shadow
dashed once more into the dark. She dashed u the driveway, and turned left.