If you hate cats stop reading this. Poor Oliver has been awol since Tuesday. He occasionally stays out overnight then appears on the doorstep bitterly complaining next morning. His longest vacation so far was about 3 days, locked inside the Lotts' garage next door. I'm wondering whether a dog chased him and he ran too far and got lost. But no, he usually chases the dogs. Well, he chases Pomrey, the Lotts' ferocious chihuahua/pomeranian. Every time there's a thump real or hoped for I open the door but the porch is empty. Every night I ring the wind chimes and call and call; sounds carries better at night in the city right? The porch light is on as a beacon. I instruct Max to go find his brother. But he is enjoying being the only child and never liked the interloper anyway. When Oliver was very ill in January and we thought he was dying (he stopped eating for a week and lost 2 pounds; the vet never could determine the source of this wasting disease, but he perked up one day and came back to life), I cried every day. It was grievous witnessing his decline and fading. But this time there is no body. We don't know if he's under a bush licking wounds, or dead, or locked in another garage, or sitting pretty eating at someone else's table (he is very friendly when hungry). I don't let myself mourn because I don't want to think he is gone for good. Heck with cat heaven, I want him home. Funny how you always hope.
Yesterday a perky persistent telemarketer tried to give me a free four day resort holiday for just $150 down ( which would be refunded) along with a $75 visa gift card, free skiing, facials, museums, golf, hot stone therapy, you name it. Have you ever been to the Berkshires? Yes, when our daughter was in college. Ooooh congratulations, you have a college grad! Uh, thank you. We already have vacation plans. Where, may I ask? Hawaii. Oooooh, how wonderful! On and on about other perks and no blackout dates and when I declined the invitation she sounded shocked. You're the first person to ever turn down this offer! (I bet.) May I ask you why? Personal reasons I say. More pushing, pleading, pathetic promises. It sounds wonderful but I'll pass. Please at least give me a reason, this is so unusual. Well, I don't want you to go through all the trouble and thank you very much anyway but this may be my last big trip. (I honestly don't know why I said that.) Loud silence. Have you ever heard a speechless telemarketer? Thank you for your time she said sympathetically. Later I thought, man, she must have thought I was dying. Bet she won't call back.
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