Good thing he was wearing that bike helmet. She's little, but she packs quite a punch, especially with a popsicle fist.According to Heath we have a kitty cat living under our tool shed. He is orange. He bites, unless you pet him on the back just right. He meows. He goes by the name DogChuck. And he has runned away.
Various thoughts about his whereabouts were expressed throughout the day. DogChuck went to the neighbor's house. DogChuck was hungry and was looking for acorns to share with the squirrels. DogChuck got hit by lightening and got dead. (I found this one particularly eerie.) I suggested to Heath that we could make signs to hang on telephone poles to let everyone know that DogChuck is missing and to call us if they see him. (Of course, there's no cat so we wouldn't really hang the signs. I just get excited when Heath takes an interest in craft time.) And Heath did express that this was a great idea, and perfect use for his favorite orange crayon.
When the time came to actually sit down and sketch the Cat Missing signage, Heath had moved on to other things of greater interest, declaring, I'm too busy--I've got work to do downtown in the mulch at the corporation. I think DogChuck is living at Goma's anyway.
Fast forward a few hours. While Mark was in the kitchen, dipping insanely large mugs of nighty-night ice cream, he spotted a kitty cat crossing our deck, heading down into the backyard. Mark didn't check to see if he bites, or likes to be petted on his back just so. And he didn't call out his name to see if he answers to DogChuck. But he did say he is orange.
I guess it's safe to say DogChuck is back from his Goma visit and ready to bed down for the night, under our tool shed. Heath will be delighted with the news in the morning. If he isn't too busy getting ready for a full day of downtown mulching at the corporation.
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