Yesterday, we went up to the State Park for an evening stroll to celebrate the later sunset. Barley was shocked to see that someone had stolen some of her snow!
|This stuff feels weird under my feet. Who took my snow?|
I hate to tell Barley this, but I'm hoping that the thief keeps the snow. That's one thing I'm not in any hurry to find.
Today, I got home from work and couldn't find Soth anywhere (but I knew nobody took him because they'd have returned him before they even got out of the apartment complex). He wasn't hiding in the closet or snuggled up in the blankets on the bed. He wasn't in any of his four cat beds or Barley's bed. He wasn't in spare room. I was starting to panic thinking that he'd somehow slipped out of the house when I left for work.
Then I heard a jingle.
My little handsome was basking in the sunshine behind the curtains. He yawned, stretched, batted at me, and then went back to sleep.
I'm hoping our culprit sticks around for a while. Case Closed.