Day One Hundred Thirty Four

Deja Vu All Over Again

It's been an interesting morning. Little Man (Dash) spent his first night as a free spirit last night. I was a nervous wreck. As I lay in bed, I could hear all sorts of strange sounds coming from outside the bedroom. I could hear slamming and banging, but I figured as long as there wasn't a blood-curdling scream, I was not getting up. He had taken an intense interest in the kitchen faucet while I was cleaning up after dinner and I wondered if he figured out how to turn it on and the water would be running all night. I was too tired to get up and check.

This went on for twenty minutes

So, when I woke up, I was nervous about what I might find beyond the bedroom door. I took a deep breath and peered into the kitchen. Fancy was there to greet me; then Chance, Finn and Eli. Okay. No Dash. "Dash! Dash?" Nothing. Then I heard a faint mewing. I kept calling his name, and each time got just a hint of a mew. I knew he was stuck somewhere, because he always enters a room when called, like a Broadway musical star doing an encore. So now we did the "Marco...Polo" routine. "Dash...mew."  Over and over.

I finally determined Dash might be in the pantry. He was. Apparently he snuck in there when Andy got protein powder for his breakfast shake. We always keep the door shut so he can't get in there. So, Andy did the right thing by closing the door. It just would have been nice if he had checked to see if there was a certain cat in there before closing the door and turning off the light!  When I finally freed him, he just came strolling out like being stuck in there was his own idea.

After locating Dash, I walked around and did a cursory inspection. TV still on the wall - check. Lamps upright - check. Hamster still alive - check. It all looked okay. After another cup of coffee, I will put my glasses on and do another round.

So, Deja Vu - all over again. My son posted another announcement on Facebook that he would be on the air in Lakeland at 8 a.m. I read this at 8:10. Forgetting that the speakers were blown (from the last time this exact same scenario played out) I stupidly turned the radio on. All that came from the speakers was a crackling sound - enough to send Jack into panic mode like a war survivor with PTSD. He went crashing into the bedroom, followed by several cats, and cowered in the bathroom like zombies were in the house. He can be so brave over random things like people walking in front of the house, or a squirrel on the front porch, but those cursed speakers turn him into a big old chicken.

Poor Jack

P.S. It paid off big time for me to have a near death experience on our 44th wedding anniversary - which Andy forgot!! He bought me a new I-phone!  I don't know how to use it, but it's pretty. And it takes very nice photos! I think I'll keep him around for another 44 ...

Andy aka Pap aka The Big Guy

I took these pictures of Rooney to submit
to "Pittsburghers Against Michael Vick"
for their candlelight vigil.