Sarah's Back!

We got Sarah back. Someone in the neighborhood found her. We are so relieved. I cried like a baby when Andy told me someone called and he was going to pick her up.

Annabelle kept asking me where Sarah was, and I told her "she's on a journey." When she asked when she'd be back, I told her, "cat business sometimes takes a long time."

Thankfully, it only took five days for Sarah to complete her "cat business" (and for us to find her). We feel a prayer was answered.

Funny story. When Annabelle saw Sarah she said -- very matter-of-factly -- "You're back."

I guess these things don't register as hard on a toddler. Andy and I were so upset.

Later, Annabelle patted Sarah and said, "we got a net to catch you ... it's outside!" (The "net" she was referring to is actually a humane cat/varmint trap we bought to try to catch her.) Now we have a 50-dollar cat trap and nothing to try to catch. It's been used and the box was thrown out, so we are thinking about donating it to the animal shelter to rent out to people. (All the traps were rented out when we visited or we would have rented one!)

Anyway, all's well that ends well. She's home. She's home!

Now we're wondering: "Who ate the cat food that we left in our half-open garage last night?" The world may never know.

A Sad Kind of Day

Where to start? I can't even begin -- and that's saying something for me.

Our cat, Sarah, is lost. She slipped out of the house and we can't find her. We're desperately sad and worried for her welfare.

Christmas is just closing in on us and I feel so unprepared. Because we are.

Annabelle participated in her first Christmas program earlier in the week and she was so cute. I cried my eyes out when she walked in the church and all the way through her class' rendition of "Away in a Manger," complete with hand gestures. It was the most adorable, precious thing.

Please join me in a prayer for Sarah's safe return and that, wherever she is, she is OK.

Cat Tales

I am kind of irked right now. You go out of your way to help someone else and when you ask them for help it's like: What? Where? Me? And I don't ask for help that often. Consider this a face of great rage: >:-(

Anyway, in other news, Annabelle was hilarious today. When I went in to pick her up from her nap, the cat came in too. Sarah jumped up into Annabelle's crib to Anna's great delight. She was so excited to have Sarah in the crib with her. This is a big no-no for me, but just this once, I let her in there briefly. The best part is this: Our nickname for Sarah is "Reeny." And Annabelle has picked up on this. Unfortunately, she has a stuffed animal whose name is "Greeny." Now she thinks Sarah's name is also "Greeny." It's hilarious.

So when Sarah jumped out of the crib (much to the Anna's dismay), she kept trying to call her back yelling, "Greeny! Greeny!" It was hilarious.

This might, however, be one of those cases of "you had to be there" to find it as funny as I did.

Anyway, yay Annabelle! And grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr other people.