Dearest beloved readers,
Merry merry Christmas to you all. I hope you all had an amazing one with loved ones. And, I hope your Christmas was a bit better than mine… I spent all day and night looking for Mojo the Cat– he escaped the house this morning! When I came to check on him, I saw that the door to the backyard was completely ajar. I must have not closed it all the way last night, and I know the winds were gusty given the Bay Area storms, so the wind must have blown the door open. I should have triple checked to lock the door– I literally had only one job while house-sitting, which was to make sure the cat was alive. Well, I spent all morning and afternoon searching desperately for the cat, to no avail. I felt so bad… was in communication with the cat owner, and she gave me some tips as well.
Because of this morning’s wild goose chase I didn’t make it home to open presents or be with my family, which was really sad. But desperate times call for desperate measures. My parents convinced me to take a break from my search efforts and hang out with them for Christmas dinner, so I spent a couple hours eating dinner with them. Obviously, my mind was preoccupied on the cat. It was raining cats and dogs outside and I worried for the cat’s safety.
I got back an hour ago and somewhat good news– I had left the cat food by the door, and the food was eaten. All of it. So Mojo was hungry, and he knew the way back to the house. Encouraged, I continued to search the yard with a flashlight. And I actually saw him!!! But the minute I shown the flashlight in his face, he ran away. UGHHH. So here I am now, at 10:07pm, sitting in a dark house by the entrance of the door, hoping he’ll come back inside tonight. I think he will, eventually. Cat’s gonna get hungry again, and when he does, I will be awake to wrangle him back in. But in the meantime, I must keep my ears peeled for the sound of the bell on his collar… this is gonna be a long night. I wonder if I should take a nap or just keep myself occupied in the dark. Mojo is scared of me, so I’m trying to stay out of sight.
I swear to god, guys, I will get this cat back in the house if it kills me. I am determined. This was not the Christmas I’d hoped it would be, but it’s not about me anymore. It’s about the cat, and the responsibility I have towards the owners. They trusted me, and I won’t let them down.
In other news, I shared my Christmas poems with the loved ones I wrote them for, and as I’d hoped, they loved it! Some of them even said it’s the best Christmas gift they have ever received from anyone. You can get anyone an Amazon gift card… but words are priceless. They touch the soul. I am so glad I was able to make people feel joy this Christmas, even if my own was sorely lacking. I am sure people have gotten me gifts, I just didn’t get a chance to open them yet. Anywho. Back to this cat-hunt. Take care, everyone, and enjoy the last couple hours of this special day.
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