Ding Returns from the Mothership

"Howard Berkowitz" wrote in message
...
In article , "Adrian"
wrote:

Howard Berkowitz wrote:
SNIP
WHERE THE H*LL WAS HE? OK, Mothership. You've got somebody up there
with a sick sense of humor.

My intuition is that he was outside and just got in, as he is
extremely excited and still running around. He just started eating,
and Mr. Clark sniffed him approvingly. While he's skittish about
being touched by more than a fingertip, he seems clean -- if he was
outside, he took good care of himself. Maybe the basement outside
door wasn't tightly shut and he got in -- I will check later.

Anyway, he's loudly running around my office, jumping on and off
things, letting his nose be touched, and making loud RROWS.

Oops--he now jumped on top of the monitor wanting to be petted, and
licked my hand. He's calming down and wanting to be scratched. Might
be a little thinner, but he still has a firm tummy,

I am mystified.

I'm so glad he's home.

He seems well, but wants absolutely constant attention unless he is
asleep on top of Mr. Clark. I have the impression his walkabout was NOT
fun.

I can't figure out how he got back in the house.

I guess it is that cat physics at work again.

Is there a possibility that when you were out looking for him or something
that someone came by that had found him, and they just put him inside rather
than let him get away again?

When Jake was on his long walkabout complete with full scale search and
posters on nearly every power pole for a mile we heard a car drive up, heard
the door slam and heard it drive off. A few minutes later Jake was sitting
on the porch somewhat the worse for wear. Looked like he had been locked in
somewhere and was injured trying to escape. We kind of figure someone knew
where he belonged from the posters, but didn't want us to think they were
responsible for his condition.

Jo
"Howard Berkowitz" wrote in message
...
In article , "Adrian"
wrote:

Howard Berkowitz wrote:
SNIP
WHERE THE H*LL WAS HE? OK, Mothership. You've got somebody up there
with a sick sense of humor.

My intuition is that he was outside and just got in, as he is
extremely excited and still running around. He just started eating,
and Mr. Clark sniffed him approvingly. While he's skittish about
being touched by more than a fingertip, he seems clean -- if he was
outside, he took good care of himself. Maybe the basement outside
door wasn't tightly shut and he got in -- I will check later.

Anyway, he's loudly running around my office, jumping on and off
things, letting his nose be touched, and making loud RROWS.

Oops--he now jumped on top of the monitor wanting to be petted, and
licked my hand. He's calming down and wanting to be scratched. Might
be a little thinner, but he still has a firm tummy,

I am mystified.

I'm so glad he's home.

He seems well, but wants absolutely constant attention unless he is
asleep on top of Mr. Clark. I have the impression his walkabout was NOT
fun.

I can't figure out how he got back in the house.

Is there a possibility that when you were out looking for him or something
that someone came by that had found him, and they just put him inside rather
than let him get away again?

When Jake was on his long walkabout complete with full scale search and
posters on nearly every power pole for a mile we heard a car drive up, heard
the door slam and heard it drive off. A few minutes later Jake was sitting
on the porch somewhat the worse for wear. Looked like he had been locked in
somewhere and was injured trying to escape. We kind of figure someone knew
where he belonged from the posters, but didn't want us to think they were
responsible for his condition.

Jo
"Howard Berkowitz" wrote in message
...
In article , "Adrian"
wrote:

Howard Berkowitz wrote:
SNIP
WHERE THE H*LL WAS HE? OK, Mothership. You've got somebody up there
with a sick sense of humor.

My intuition is that he was outside and just got in, as he is
extremely excited and still running around. He just started eating,
and Mr. Clark sniffed him approvingly. While he's skittish about
being touched by more than a fingertip, he seems clean -- if he was
outside, he took good care of himself. Maybe the basement outside
door wasn't tightly shut and he got in -- I will check later.

Anyway, he's loudly running around my office, jumping on and off
things, letting his nose be touched, and making loud RROWS.

Oops--he now jumped on top of the monitor wanting to be petted, and
licked my hand. He's calming down and wanting to be scratched. Might
be a little thinner, but he still has a firm tummy,

I am mystified.

I'm so glad he's home.

He seems well, but wants absolutely constant attention unless he is
asleep on top of Mr. Clark. I have the impression his walkabout was NOT
fun.

I can't figure out how he got back in the house.

Is there a possibility that when you were out looking for him or something
that someone came by that had found him, and they just put him inside rather
than let him get away again?

When Jake was on his long walkabout complete with full scale search and
posters on nearly every power pole for a mile we heard a car drive up, heard
the door slam and heard it drive off. A few minutes later Jake was sitting
on the porch somewhat the worse for wear. Looked like he had been locked in
somewhere and was injured trying to escape. We kind of figure someone knew
where he belonged from the posters, but didn't want us to think they were
responsible for his condition.

Jo
"Howard Berkowitz" wrote in message
...
In article , "Adrian"
wrote:

Howard Berkowitz wrote:
SNIP
WHERE THE H*LL WAS HE? OK, Mothership. You've got somebody up there
with a sick sense of humor.

My intuition is that he was outside and just got in, as he is
extremely excited and still running around. He just started eating,
and Mr. Clark sniffed him approvingly. While he's skittish about
being touched by more than a fingertip, he seems clean -- if he was
outside, he took good care of himself. Maybe the basement outside
door wasn't tightly shut and he got in -- I will check later.

Anyway, he's loudly running around my office, jumping on and off
things, letting his nose be touched, and making loud RROWS.

Oops--he now jumped on top of the monitor wanting to be petted, and
licked my hand. He's calming down and wanting to be scratched. Might
be a little thinner, but he still has a firm tummy,

I am mystified.

I'm so glad he's home.

He seems well, but wants absolutely constant attention unless he is
asleep on top of Mr. Clark. I have the impression his walkabout was NOT
fun.

I can't figure out how he got back in the house.

That's wonderful! Now you can get a good night's sleep, Howard.
Calming purrs,
--
Polonca & Soncek

"Howard Berkowitz" wrote in message
...
I spent another largely sleepless night worrying about Ding, as well as
a large number of real-world things like house repair before
refinancing, doing contracts, getting more contracts, etc.

After getting to sleep at about 3AM, being cuddled tightly by Mr. Clark,
I woke up again at around 6, and decided to get up since I wasn't
sleeping. At about 7:30, it became obvious that I wasn't going to get to
sleep, so I walked into the kitchen.

Suddenly, from the open basement door in the kitchen, a gray streak shot
by. It was Ding.
snip

That's wonderful! Now you can get a good night's sleep, Howard.
Calming purrs,
--
Polonca & Soncek

"Howard Berkowitz" wrote in message
...
I spent another largely sleepless night worrying about Ding, as well as
a large number of real-world things like house repair before
refinancing, doing contracts, getting more contracts, etc.

After getting to sleep at about 3AM, being cuddled tightly by Mr. Clark,
I woke up again at around 6, and decided to get up since I wasn't
sleeping. At about 7:30, it became obvious that I wasn't going to get to
sleep, so I walked into the kitchen.

Suddenly, from the open basement door in the kitchen, a gray streak shot
by. It was Ding.
snip

That's wonderful! Now you can get a good night's sleep, Howard.
Calming purrs,
--
Polonca & Soncek

"Howard Berkowitz" wrote in message
...
I spent another largely sleepless night worrying about Ding, as well as
a large number of real-world things like house repair before
refinancing, doing contracts, getting more contracts, etc.

After getting to sleep at about 3AM, being cuddled tightly by Mr. Clark,
I woke up again at around 6, and decided to get up since I wasn't
sleeping. At about 7:30, it became obvious that I wasn't going to get to
sleep, so I walked into the kitchen.

Suddenly, from the open basement door in the kitchen, a gray streak shot
by. It was Ding.
snip

In article , "Jo Firey"
wrote:

Is there a possibility that when you were out looking for him or
something
that someone came by that had found him, and they just put him inside
rather
than let him get away again?

When Jake was on his long walkabout complete with full scale search and
posters on nearly every power pole for a mile we heard a car drive up,
heard
the door slam and heard it drive off. A few minutes later Jake was
sitting
on the porch somewhat the worse for wear. Looked like he had been locked
in
somewhere and was injured trying to escape. We kind of figure someone
knew
where he belonged from the posters, but didn't want us to think they were
responsible for his condition.


It's as possible as anything else, I suppose. It would have to have been
someone that knew to use the back door and found it unlocked -- I have
to do some carpentry on the front door because it is almost completely
jammed.

Certainly, he seemed quite clean.

In article , "Jo Firey"
wrote:

Is there a possibility that when you were out looking for him or
something
that someone came by that had found him, and they just put him inside
rather
than let him get away again?

When Jake was on his long walkabout complete with full scale search and
posters on nearly every power pole for a mile we heard a car drive up,
heard
the door slam and heard it drive off. A few minutes later Jake was
sitting
on the porch somewhat the worse for wear. Looked like he had been locked
in
somewhere and was injured trying to escape. We kind of figure someone
knew
where he belonged from the posters, but didn't want us to think they were
responsible for his condition.


It's as possible as anything else, I suppose. It would have to have been
someone that knew to use the back door and found it unlocked -- I have
to do some carpentry on the front door because it is almost completely
jammed.

Certainly, he seemed quite clean.

In article , "Jo Firey"
wrote:

Is there a possibility that when you were out looking for him or
something
that someone came by that had found him, and they just put him inside
rather
than let him get away again?

When Jake was on his long walkabout complete with full scale search and
posters on nearly every power pole for a mile we heard a car drive up,
heard
the door slam and heard it drive off. A few minutes later Jake was
sitting
on the porch somewhat the worse for wear. Looked like he had been locked
in
somewhere and was injured trying to escape. We kind of figure someone
knew
where he belonged from the posters, but didn't want us to think they were
responsible for his condition.


It's as possible as anything else, I suppose. It would have to have been
someone that knew to use the back door and found it unlocked -- I have
to do some carpentry on the front door because it is almost completely
jammed.

Certainly, he seemed quite clean.