Speckles is determined to give me a few.  She's doing fine, enjoying
her baby-food diet, getting stronger, forgiving us for the indignities
inflicted.   She has begun crawling into bed with me about 5:00 a.m.
This morning, after feeding and giving Hobo his insulin, I prepared
Speck's breakfast and took it to the bed for her.  She wasn't there.
I looked in all the places she'd normally go, no Speckles.  I looked
in all the places she'd *not* normally go, no Speckles.  I took a
flashlight to every nook and cranny, every spot a cat could hide,
every room in the house, both bathrooms, in open and closed closets.
Made a thorough search 3-4 times.  Thinking she could somehow have
gotten out, I searched front and back yards, walked up and down the
street a couple times.  Oh, god, we've lost Speckles - she needs food
and medication.  After over an hour of looking and calling, I was
beside myself; needed a bathroom break and when I went in, for some
reason, I moved the shower curtain aside, and there she was in all her
glory!!!  Sleeping in the tub.  Of  *course* the last place I'd look!!
Giving me a look of "Hi, what's up?  You looking for me?" she bounced
out and all was right with her/our world again.   Poor kitty, since
her operation she can't "meow", can manage a barely audible "mew", so
if she answered my calls, I hadn't heard her.   Gotta go check my head
for gray hairs.

  Jeanne
Jeanne Hajos
spamguard:( u is i, and not is net)
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