Lost and Found

What a scare we had today! The household was all topsy-turvy, with much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth and rending of garments (well, that was the fault of the cats, mostly Gojira, who admires to stick her sharp little claws into the bum end of one's clothing and paw away as if unearthing some treasure). Maxx the Lion Kitty disappeared last night and was reunited with his loving Fambly only a little while ago.

I'm not trying to reignite the endless debate on indoor/outdoor kitties. Mine go in and out freely, and I think we're very lucky that because they have this huge expanse of hill all around, with lots of tasty mice and lizards and bugs, and interesting skunks, raccoons, possums, deer, and other critters, they don't care to schlep all the way down to the street with its dangerous cars and strange people and dogs. It's a rare dog that comes up the hill, and it would be a fat and foolish cat indeed that couldn't escape one easily, so no worries on that score. And no one would be stupid enough to climb up here looking for kitties to kitnap.

But for a brief moment there, I remembered how fond Madu is of the downhill neighbours' garden (why? the little twit, our garden's exactly the same, if not better), and suffered gut-twisting pangs of fear on his behalf. Well, Madu The Narcolept is in, now, and, true to form, promptly passed out on the Other Half's feet. Butt pressed up to the laptop for maximum warmth. I swear, he doesn't stay awake longer than it takes to climb into bed. Oh, and he talks in his sleep. Right now he's having some kind of muttered conversation, with very complainy overtones. But I'm glad to have him home, locked safely indoors for the night.


Madu stays awake long enough to attempt to hypnotize us into fetching more kibble

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