October 22, 2010
The Missing Cat
"THE CAT RAN AWAY!"
The scream could be heard for miles.
I was cleaning out the litter box when I heard the good news.
Millie is our food aggressive pound cat who earlier this week ate through Kellen's lunch box to get to a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
"We saw her running down the street!" our daughter cried in a panic as she grabbed my husband's hand and dragged him outside.
I failed to see the urgency in my daughter's request. My husband, who refers to the cat as his second wife, saw things differently.
By the time I got Cameron strapped into the stroller, the rest of my family members were scaling a neighbor's fence.
"What are you doing?" I yelled. As much as I like strangers running through my backyard, I'm sensitive to the fact that not everyone feels the same way.
"I see her tail!" Cortlen explained as he disappeared behind a cement wall.
Several minutes later, my husband and children came out of the neighbor's front door. Evidently Cortlen was mistaken.
Shortly after this embarrassing episode, I lost interest in the search and walked back home. Once inside, I made my way to the kitchen to finish cooking dinner. Inside this room I found my nemesis, lapping up spaghetti sauce out of a saucepan on the stove.