The cat came back! Well, not so much “came back” as “lured into the basement by our neighbour and locked in their bathroom” but the results are the same! No more missing kitty. Ellie was, of course, completely thrilled by his return, although she seemed convinced that he spent his few days on the lam hanging out at the park (why wouldn’t he? it’s the funnest place on earth) rather than hiding under our neighbour’s shed. We had a talk about making sure the door is closed so he doesn’t get the chance to run away again, but I am pretty sure he has spent the last week packing up his belongings into a bindle on a stick and will be heading out to ride the rails at the first available opportunity, because we got a puppy.
Possibly (probably) (definitely) I am crazy, but you know the old story. You’re out walking in your neighbourhood, you run into a neighbour and her puppy, you admire the puppy, your kids pet the puppy, you ask the neighbour where she got the puppy (planning to file that information away for future reference), the neighbour says the family she got the puppy from happens to still have a few left, you make arrangements to go see the puppies, and BAM PUPPY IN YOUR HOUSE. It simply couldn’t be avoided. She is very sweet and cuddly and very soft and is pretty good with the housebreaking and the only real issue we have with her right now is that she got used to sleeping in a bed at her previous home and we’re trying to break her of that habit, which is going … not that well. (We’ll get there eventually. She’s getting used to her crate bit by bit.) In some ways it feels like adding to the chaos in our house might have been completely insane (two cats! a toddler! a 4-year-old!) but it mostly feels like a manageable increase in the amount of chaos, because our house is always a mess already and it’s summer so we can spend a lot of time outside and most of the time Luna isn’t even the most destructive member of our household (she chews on the corners of books but she doesn’t, for example, unplug her nightlight and throw it against the wall, where it shatters into a zillion pieces) (Zach no longer has nightlight access, in case you were wondering).
Butts, a one-act play starring Ellie, age 4
“Ellie, you need to keep eating your supper.”
“Why did you say BUTTS?”
“I was just saying I want you to eat and not give me excuses.”
“But why did you say BUTTS?”
“Because when I told you to eat, you said but.”
“I wasn’t talking about BUTTS, though.”
“Just eat your supper.”