She's home.


I thought I heard her bell... (must be a meowmie sixth sense? I had my music blasting to distract me a little from her disappearance...) so I went downstairs quietly to see if she was there and NOT scare her.

There she is, clawing at the door to get back in. She looks at me as if she was saying, "Hey mom, what's up? Can I come in now?"



I nearly fainted, let her in, grab her. She gives me a toothrub and a headbumpie and purrs like mad.

*@#(%&)(#$%)

I was sobbing fifteen minutes ago.

Cats. What would we do without them? I'm SO grateful she is home. She must love us.

*proud meowmie*