Jasmine is an "indoor" cat. Not by choice. She would love to sneak outdoors, but I know if she ever got outside, I would never see her again. She sits at the window and watches the squirrels and the birds and I know she envies them their freedom.
I caution everyone to open and shut the outside door quickly, because she is very quiet and sneaky and could be out of the door in a flash.
I warned a young man who came to make some repairs that he was to be careful to close the outside door quickly and keep it closed, and since he had been to our house before, he said with a sigh, "Yes, I know about the cat!"
SO - I came home from work Monday night and Jasmine did not greet me at the door. I was not at all concerned, because she often chooses to stay curled up, warm and comfortable rather than welcome me. I called to her, but she never does respond to her name. Someone asked me once if she knew her name, and I said, "How do I know? She would never stoop to coming when I called."
So, I started to check all her favorite places - the two chairs, the stuffed chair, behind the bathroom door, on the bed, curled up on her "tower," under the stove. Then I checked all the places where she might have sneaked in a room like a ghost and I had unknowingly shut the door to the room. That happened one night and she was locked in the closet for hours. So I checked the closets, the back entry, the pantry - rooms that she can open the door to gain access without my help.
You can imagine that I was fighting hysteria. When I was positive that she was not in the house, I decided to check for her paw prints outside. Grabbing the flashlight, I searched the yard, keeping in mind that when she jumps, she can really clear a huge space in one leap. Nothing.
I was so distraught, I foolishly considered calling my daughter and her husband, who live about a hundred miles away. I already was mentally wording a want ad about a "lost cat."
I went back inside and began checking all of her haunts again. I rattled her food dish, I shook her "treat" jar. A great deal of time had elapsed and I was a basket case. I grabbed a flashlight again and checked under the kitchen sink. She can open that cupboard door easily, and although I had already checked that area, I was desperate. No Jasmine.
I should mention that Jasmine never "talks." Even the time when she was locked in the closet for several hours, not a peep out of her!
I went upstairs again, although I knew it had become a fruitless search. THERE SHE WAS, lying on the bed, as unconcerned as could be. I had not cried during the agonizing search for her, but you can believe I almost drowned her in tears as I hugged her and hugged her until she could tolerate me no more - and she always lets me know that "enough is TOO MUCH!"
I had no idea where she could have been during my desperate search for her, but I NEVER want to go through that experience again! She gets royal treatment all the time, but from now on, "pampering" will be the name of the game - 24/7!
In the meantime, she maintains her haughty, aloof attitude and I will continue to grovel at her feet - all four of them!
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The prospective father-in-law asked, "Young man, can you support a family?" The surprised groom-to-be replied, "Well, no. I was just planning to support your daughter. The rest of you will have to fend for yourselves."
A little boy in church for the first time watched as the ushers passed around the offering plates. When they came near his pew, the boy said loudly, "Don't pay for me, Daddy. I'm under five."
"Oh, I sure am happy to see you," the little boy said to his grandmother on his mother's side. "Now maybe Daddy will do the trick he has been promising us." The grandmother was curious. "What trick is that?"she asked. "I heard him tell Mommy that he would climb the walls if you came to visit," the little boy answered.
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Ephesians 4:5-6 - One Lord, one faith, one baptism, One God and Father of all, who is above all, and through all, and in you all.
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Have a great week - and stay warm. (And when you figure out how to stay warm in this miserable weather, let me in on your secret.)
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