We were going to go to the movies at the Sun, maybe lunch out, enjoy a day when Phee was at the grandparents doing things best done without child in tow.
That is until the day was stolen by one of our feline children.
We try and get Thomas in by 6:30 every night, we don’t like him being out after or approaching dusk and the longer we leave it the more difficult it seems to get him inside. Even though the night wasn’t hot, there wasn’t a strong wind and the moon wasn’t full – all of his usual triggers for a night on the town – he chose to stay out late. And by late, we mean late.
We worry like hell when he chooses not to come home, and if you need a little refresher as to why check out the story of the thousand dollar cat. So last night we only half watched Carnivale as we listened out for him. At one stage some birds on a wire alerted us to the fact he was hiding in the front yard, then he was hiding in the back bushes and was last seen jumping the fence next door.
We went to bed. And we stressed. And we lay and listened. And listened. And stressed. And tossed. And listened. And turned. And listened.
At 2:05am he appeared silently at the front door and miawoed to be let in.
Three quarters of an hour later I managed to fall asleep.
As you can probably guess most of today was lost in a sleepy haze until we finally succumbed and had a nap in the afternoon. There was no movie but we did manage a coffee and stroll in Yarraville in the afternoon.
We also managed to watch the first four episodes of Desperate Housewives and we’re going to make time for three more tomorrow. Australia, you’re going to love this show.