Alas! my friends… yesterday was the day that was discovered
the Madness of Mrs. Gradmama…the ordinarily sedate
and virtuous…and really quite rational if dubious–poet.
Not that any mystery, or doubt had every existed,
among friends and relatives who knew her.
But here I cut to the spoiler and reveal right here…
this tale has a happy ending!
Baby, if there is anyone who didn’t already know, is my Cat.
Actually the youngest, and handicapped little creature,
dear to my heart (even if not the only…)
Day before yesterday Baby got outside, which is unusual…
she is very vulnerable, can’t climb trees, can’t run very fast,
and falls over in a slight breeze. So she was not really
missed right away….until bedtime during the locking-up
and adjusting of lights and doors.
So the Mad Woman Searching For Lost Things* returned, and
after searching the house several times,
and walking around in the dark (with a flashlight)
in nightgown and sweatshirt…at midnight…
as the neighborhood cats watched silently
from their assorted beds.
By noon, after extended searches of the grounds,
assisted by the aforementioned outside cats
from their vantage points of reconnaisance…
stationed at intervals around the property,
obviously their assigned guard posts…I have
witnessed this Cat Guard operation before.
The triggering event was the harrowing happening
of two of the indoor cats getting into the back room
of the basement, the craft room and all purpose “stuff” room.
The usually cool and sophisticated Gradmama lost it–
crying uncontrollably and screaming like a crazed banshee!
But after a few seconds of that the distraught woman decided
that the whole thing was ridiculous, and plans
needed to be made immediately for lunch at Rubin’s,
where indeed, an excellent delicious Gyro and
slice of Almond Cake soothed the temporary Melt Down!
After discussion with St. Anthony, (patron saint of lost things,)
and appearance of at least a dozen red cars (and trucks) …
and a breath-holding drive the five miles home…
imagine the anguish and disappointment
of getting home and … still no Baby!
Another tour of the area, including a stop off to chat
with the horses that came to see what the excitement
was about (they live in their huge barn two “doors” down,)
and a sense of resignation… Gradmama headed for
the computer to write something astute.
Lo! and Behold!… sitting on the front deck, peering into the house
through the screen door…was Baby! The other cats greeted her
return in their various ways…some even awakened…Toby was really quite rude…and after the happy reunion Baby got the old lecture on the worry about her being “dead in a ditch somewhere,” and “what in the world have you been doing!”
traditionally delivered to wayward kids…
Baby was quite nonchalant about the whole incident…