|Manny, taken moments after discovery|
Last night, as I closed to outside door, both Manny and Chili Bruce tried a bit of a door dash, but I was 100% sure that they were both inside, safe and sound. Imagine my alarm when The Hubby called my mobile after about 10 minutes, telling me that Manny was NOWHERE to be found inside, and that, in his mind, I had obviously allowed the cat OUTSIDE!
Turning around quickly, I speed-walked back home, and eyeballed the area to see if Manny was hiding near the house. The PO'M and Sweetie weren't talking, but they were hanging around in the front yard, as if watching the spectacle.
I raced inside, climb the stairs, and start a systematic search of the house, from top to bottom. The Hubby said, "I've already done that!", but I did it too. No Manny. My heart was pounding. Outside again, I walked around the house, and had reached the backyard (fearing a Manny versus raccoon stand-off!) when The Hubby yelled from the front porch, "FOUND HIM!"
Yep, Manny was inside, just closed in the coat closet that I'd opened to grab my ugly, puffy, but very warm walking coat. Manny was not the worse for wear, and I cancelled my walk to sit down and allow my heart-rate to subside. The Hubby apologized, but defended his early position that it 'seemed' that Manny had escaped when I walked out.
So, I was ready when the newest episode of "The X-Files" came on...YES!
Therefore, I am thankful that Manny was inside. I am thankful that The Hubby is as much in love with Da Boyz as I am. I am thankful that Sweetie and Patty O'Malley are well, and I love them both deeply. I am thankful that I have blogging friends like you all, who understand, and that we can share the good, the bad, the ugly, and everything in-between together. And I am thankful that "The X-Files" has new episodes!