Urban Drool

Cats found. All is well. Except that I am sure I grew more than a few gray hairs in the past 30 minutes.

One cat was outside, the other was in the bedroom, howling for the first one while sitting in the window.

Little Bastard #2's howls and a strategically used can of cat food lured Little Bastard #1 inside.



Assholes. Don't they know they cannot do this to us? For all that they drive us insane and are nosy, pesky, ungrateful little beasts, we adore them.

I am going to go home and kiss both of them.

Then I'm going to kill them for making me worry like this.

Thank you times a million to my Boy, whose quick thinking and cool head ensured that our little bastards are once more safe and sound.