Long Time No Blog

It's been awhile since my last blog. Where to begin?

Last Thursday I arrived home from school to find our front porch door open. Not good. Mischa will bolt every chance she gets. A quick survey of the house proved my suspisions correct. No Mischa.

I walked around the yard and expanding my search to the neighborhood but not luck.

Kristie got home and called the kids over at their dad's, and, sure enough, they were in a hurry and one of KoKo's friends didn't shut the door all the way. Mischa must have scampered out onto the porch as they were leaving. No one bothered to make sure that the porch door closed. Mischa eyed her chance for escape and took it.

The following day when I got home from school, KoKo and I set out on foot and searched the entire neighborhood. No luck.

Gail came over to spend the weekend and aided in the search. No luck.

Monday after school I called the Pennington County Humane Society and left a message. They got our hopes up and called later that night, but they didn't have a cat that matched our description, but the lady said I should stop by anyway.

Next KoKo and I hit the businesses in town with some homemade posters KoKo put together on the computer.

Wednesday after school I visited the Humane Society. I was in heaven. Well, cat heaven. If I could, I would have taken them all home. Kristie, though, would not have been pleased.

The lady in charge said they had a cat that might fit the description, but she was injured and had to have a leg amputated! I felt horrible. Poor Mischa. However, when I saw the poor creature, it was not Mischa. That didn't stop me, though, from wanting to bring her home. She would have fit in with all of our other misfits . . . Einstein who has six toes on each paw, Kozy who is ADHD, Boo who is scrawny and had a runny eye . . . Buddy who is deaf and blind . . . KoKo . . . Ha. Just kidding, dear.

Next we were off to the local pound to check there. No luck either.

I returned home certain we would never see her. However, soon after I got home Kristie answered the phone. The man on the other end said, "I have your kitty."

"You're kidding," Kristie said with a huge grin. "What's your address?"

"Third street that's just across the street from here!"

Poor Mischa was right next to us all ths time.

Apparently, the man had been out mowing his lawn on Saturday when this cat started following him around and wanted to get into his house. Since he and his wife already had two cats, he figured he better not let it in. But when he got up Sunday and went out into the yard, Mischa was still there! (And how she couldn't hear us calling all the time is beyond me?) So they took her in. They had even made a vet appointment to have her checked out. Then he saw one of KoKo's signs! (I mean honestly, how many times to do those signs ever pan out?)

So we rushed over and, sure enough, they had our Mischa. The really odd thing, though, was that they had taken to calling her Mischa! Even before they had seen our sign. What are the odd?

Mischa is now safe and sound and the family is once again complete.