It is with out a doubt all Al's fault. Everything is, the fact that I spilled my drink, the fact that I'm goofing off instead of doing laundry, in fact the fact that the laundry is never ending is all his fault. I can't tell you why it is all his fault which is why it is fun to blame him.
I'm blaming him for all the world (all right the three people -which includes me- who read this blog) because he just made this totally out of the blue comment about how I spill stuff all the time just because I happened to drop another glass of diet tonic and lemonade.
I might just as well also blame him for the fact that I have developed an addiction to diet tonic water and lemonade. I started drinking it because a blogger/doctor recommended it for people with restless leg syndrome. For the uninitiated, restless leg syndrome, is the uncontrollable urge to move your legs, usually some time after bed time and for me it always seems to be several minutes after I just fell asleep. It is irritating and frustrating but not serious. Any way, I have it and for me it means on the nights that I don't have trouble sleeping, the urge to move my legs wakes me up and forces me to get out of bed and pace the hall for several minutes.
Tonic water contains quinine which helps control restless legs. Unfortunately quinine has side effects such as headaches and I can't remember what all else. Which means that if I drink too much I have a world class headache. I hate headaches.
Sitting between me and my diet tonic water is the prodigal cat Sandy. Sandy and all our cats are inside cats and have been forever and ever. They aren't interested in going out and don't hang around the doors trying to make a quick escape. I haven't a clue how he managed to escape, but some how or other he did.
We searched the house, the yard, posted signs stating he was lost, called the pound, placed an ad and after a week of searching; Albert saw him on the deck eating the "won't you please come home Sandy" cat food that the boys kept on refilling and keeping, the dogs away from. Albert opened the back door and Sandy flew off the deck and disappeared into the woods. I would have to say he is a rather stupid cat because in my opinion a smart cat would have come into the house. In any case, smart or stupid, we wanted him and were glad to know he was alive.
We searched the house and yard and found him hiding under the shed. Albert tried to entice him out with food, but that didn't work. I tried to scare him out with noise and he ran hell bent for leather across the yard and into the woods. Both boys chased after him madly, most likely scarring him deeper into the woods. Stupid cat, demented family. Humph.
We were all getting discouraged until Albert had the great idea of using a humane trap to capture him. We borrowed a trap from the pound, baited it with canned cat food and a one of the boys tee shirts, placed it in the woods and checked it frequently. It took two days but the Sandy finally came home via the trap.
He is safe though a little battle worn. He is on a course of antibiotics because he was running a fever. He has settled in and we are glad to have him back. I would post a picture but my computer is still in the shop.
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