Cat Adventures
I have bruises all over my arm because Ernesto escaped the house on Sunday night. I'm not even sure when or how he got out. He's like a ghost. It had to be when Dan was coming or going with groceries. However, we didn't notice he was gone until maybe 2 hours later, despite the fact that Dan made turkey and Ernesto is usually underfoot when food is cooking and when the food is served. I don't know why I didn't notice his absence then, but it wasn't until about 8 o'clock that I realized he was nowhere to be found. We looked all over the house (I even checked in the washing machine), and then we split up outside to look for him. I felt like an idiot walking around the neighborhood, shaking a bag of treats and going, Ernestoooooooooo! with a kissing noise at the end. This went on for about two hours--I kept thinking how bad I would feel if I just gave up and didn't look down one more street or another street. I started imagining how I would post a notice to ...