Chuck and I have created a new theory about Annie’s mysterious, pre-adoption past. Any time she’s outside, she looks very nervously at the sky, and lays low to the ground. We have determined that she must have been kidnapped (catnapped?) by an eagle or a falcon but somehow escaped its hungry talons, far from home. She was subsequently picked up by the animal shelter, where I was lucky enough to find her.

Clearly there’s just no other feasible explanation.

Off to Colorado today to celebrate this little punk’s mountain wedding! (The little sister, not the cat. That is my precious Sam the First – Lord rest his soul….)

P.S. Little known fact: I wrote a book about Sam the First when I was in middle school. It was a 15 chapter novel written in the first person. (From the cat’s perspective of course.) Unfortunately, I lost all except Chapters 1-5 😦

P.S.S. My teeth look like they were coming in nice and straight, don’t they…? Riiiiight.

P.S.S.S. This pic was taken in 29 Palms, California… back when we were desert bums!

Okay okay, back to Bonni!! This is her weekend 🙂 I am excited to celebrate with her and Allison, and to see Colorado for the first time!

Cat: 1 Chuck: 0

Today I get a call from Chuck at work, and he’s telling me how Annie escaped outside and he’s been looking all over and he can’t find her anywhere. I tell him to try calling her name up and down the street and hopefully she will come, since she’s fairly responsive to that.

I get home all ready to go help him look for her, and Chuck is like, “I have no idea where she went. I checked the whole house and I walked around the neighborhood twice calling for her and she wouldn’t come.”

Who walks out of the bedroom at that very moment, but the Bean herself, looking at us both like we are the biggest fools. Chuck’s face was priceless – from adorably distraught, to adorably flabbergasted. Annie’s expression was purely haughty and freshly cat-napped.

Anyway, you’d probably have to be there… but it gave us a good laugh. 🙂