Tania B. and Lee Ann

Here is my 87 year old mother (Hi Mom) at the Shelburne Methodist Church Fourth of July (held on the 3rd) Chicken Bar-b-cue and Auction.  Looking good Mom!!  She asked while I was taking pictures if I was taking any of her eating and I said was sure I wasn’t.  But I lie.  Don’t worry.  She will never see this as she is technically challenged.  Plus almost no one on the planet looks at my blog, so no one will show it to her.  And it’s not like I posted the pictures I took of her with her mouth open and chicken hanging off her fork.  Happy July all!!

It is with great regret that I report our Sammy is missing.  It happened when we stopped to see Debbie.  For the first part of the stay he went out at night and showed up in the morning – normal Sammy routine.  About four days before we were scheduled to leave, he didn’t show up that morning – another Sammy routine if the area has proved too exciting to bother coming home.  When he didn’t show up the second morning I was angry – ungrateful cat making me worry like that.  The third morning I was alarmed and by the fourth I was afraid for him.  We even stayed an extra night, just in case, but no Sammy. 

Two nights after we left the entire household was awakened in the middle of the night by a cat’s meowing outside.  They rushed out and were rewarded by the gift of a dead mouse in the garage.  Sammy was gone and since then – nothing.   I have held out hope but in the last couple days every time someone mentions Sammy I start crying so I feel I must start to think he might never come home.  Of course, as his mother I feel this is somehow my fault.  That there is something I could have done or not done to prevent him from going on this latest adventure.  The truth is that he is a 13 year old cat.  He knows his own mind and while we please him, so do junk yards, cows and chasing poodles.   For now, I think I’ll leave it at that.