Persistence pays off once again. I was determined to find the damn cat, and that I did. Now if you will please excuse me, I have to go and give my husbands’ filthy kitty a bath, feed her, spank her 300 times for running away and then start planning her welcome home party.
Dear Jackie O., The next time your pea sized brain is tempted to jump on the kitchen counter, please remember this day. In case you already forgot, I saved you today from being eaten alive by that mean old man that was feeding you wet cat food and petting you behind your ears when I came to pick you up.