Yesterday afternoon we left the house about noon-ish to run our regular Saturday errands. Car wash, food co-op, Costco, Target, you know the drill. Our last stop was to pick up Brodrick from his friend's house and then head home. Upon arriving home, the first thing Brodrick said was, “where's the cat?” You see, when we walk in the door, 9 times out of 10 we are greeted not only by the dog but also by Kirby the cat. Tom and I remarked he was in the house somewhere and proceeded to put away the groceries. Brodrick is getting frantic as he goes from room to room looking for the cat. He can't find him. So both Tom and I get in on the search party.When we couldn't find him I started to think back to when we left the house, could he have snuck out? Prior to leaving, I went out the front door, to take the dog out to go potty. I had asked Tom to take out the garbage and he went out the garage door. Somehow, someway, the cat must have got out. He was confirmed missing.
Tom and Brodrick headed up the search party and combed the neighborhood, while I stayed home to call animal control and then make a “lost” poster. I then headed out and started putting up posters. We spent much of our late afternoon and into the evening looking for the cat. We ate dinner and went out one final time to search; meanwhile Brodrick put food, water and a blanket on the front porch.
We were heading back home, after making the rounds one last time, when my phone rang, it was an older gentleman with a shaky voice asking if we lost our cat. We rejoiced, he was found! We walked as fast as we could to go get him, come to find out he was just four houses down. The hero who saved our Kirby said he'd been sitting on his front porch in a chair pretty much all day. And, just in case his stay turned into a slumber party, the kind old man even went and got him some food.
I want to let you in on a little secret; I wasn't “worried” when our beloved Kirby went missing. Not in the least bit. Worry is a thing of the past for me. In overcoming adrenal fatigue I have done a lot of work in putting my hope and trust in God and letting go of control in all circumstances. I did what I could do, I made a “lost” poster and with the help of my son put them up, I called animal control, I walked our neighborhood several times calling for him and I asked for prayers from my Facebook friends. The outcome was out of my hands. No amount of worry would have changed the situation.
I love my big kitty and was very happy and thankful to hear him scratching on my bedroom door this morning.
