|Patty O'Malley, garden gnome|
Usually, no matter what I'm doing outside, Patty comes to visit me. He dances at my feet, head bonks me when he can, and he meows and calls to me to stop whatever it is I'm doing and pet him!
This morning, however...nothing. No sign of Patty while I shoveled. Sweetie often waits until I'm finished with broom or snow shovel before venturing out, but as I've said, Patty gets in the middle of my work. So, after my shoveling was done, and no Patty, I went back inside to eat breakfast, feed Angel and Chuck, and dress for the office.
But where was Patty? The two sides of my mind started talking to each other: "Patty ran away! He's tired of not being invited inside the front door, and he left! Or maybe he got in a fight, and he's hurt somewhere..." The other side retorts: "Oh, come on! That boy is just waiting for his kibble, and he doesn't want to give up his toasty bed yet...take it easy, he'll show up!"
Trying to keep a level head, I ventured out once more with kibble and fresh water. I walked up the shoveled path along driveway...no sign of cats. My heart thumped a beat. A few more steps...and voila! Patty meowing from the cleared deck, waiting for his food, with Sweetie pulling up the rear. WHEW!!!
He got such a big hug and snuggle! Sweetie too was loved upon, and a little bird told me just this morning that Sweetie gave The Hubby a big ol' head bump last night when he brought out dinner, because I was delayed getting home. Love is in the air, even if the air is cold and snowy; sometimes, you just have to wait for it.
And not listen to half of your brain...