Out of the gate tonight, my fear. Bella slipped out several hours ago and has not returned. She loves the outdoors but only during the day. Melanie says she is always back long before dark. Tonight she went out before dark and though we've called she hasn't returned or rankled the bell on her collar. It was hard for Mel to go to bed without her being in the house. It is hard for me to stop looking, calling and getting that knotted feeling I had weeks before she came here. I refuse to believe this early there would be trouble.
She is so beautiful... Bombay cat with soft, silky hair and amber eyes. When she walks with such surety she has the sleekness and regalia of royalty. She is her own queen; we are there for her pleasure.
The dog, Patches, acts as if he lived here all his life. He has taken up with my husband and follows him everywhere. But then, my husband spoils him and plays his games on the floor with him. IT has been 10 yrs since we put down Chewy, our incredible child-dog of 18 yrs. Dan lost it and swore no dog would ever be in our home again. Time has healed his wounds but not his memories. I hear him trying to teach Patches to "high five" or "gimme ten" as we taught Chewy. Tonight, as he laid with the dog, I heard him say, "You'd have loved Chewy."
Hurry home, Bella. Come through that doggy door.
Now sooner signed out, then Bella comes racing through the door. Now, it will be a goodnight, all.
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