Sam is up to his usual antics
It was Tuesday, November 1st, and I was on the front
deck sunning myself. I had to come in to use the bathroom,
and when Terry opened the door to let me in, Sam ran out.
He had been hiding behind a huge potted palm tree that
we have in our living room next to the door.
realize what happened at first, until I saw Terry’s
face. The look of horror on her face told me everything.
When she announced that Sam had gotten out, I amazingly
didn’t break down in tears as I have in the past.
I did, however, ask Terry to please go and look for him.
came back minutes later with her report. Sam was hiding
under our next door neighbor’s house. Terry tried
coaxing him out with treats, but he had been waiting a
long time to sneak out and wasn’t going to give
in that easily. Several hours passed and I kept saying,
“I can’t believe he got out.” Terry
tried several more times to get him to come back, but
he had no interest in returning.
day progressed, I had some company come over and I didn’t
divulge that Sam had gotten out. Terry pretty much convinced
me that he’d come back in his own time. This has
certainly been the case in the past, but that doesn’t
mean I didn’t anguish over every minute he was away.
it was 3:30 in the afternoon. Terry glanced out the side
door and saw Sam sitting by the door waiting for someone
to notice him. As soon as Terry opened the door, Moxie,
my Dalmatian, was at the door wagging her tail and sticking
her nose out. This, of course, made Sam back away. So,
as Terry is telling Moxie to go lay down, Sam is beating
a retreat back to the neighbor’s house.
Moxie backed up and Terry went outside to retrieve Sam.
She had to physically pick Sam up and bring him in the
house. And by this time, he was acting very nonchalant.
It was all over in about three hours and didn’t
have the emotional drain on me that it has in the past.
I guess I’m getting better at this.
it also helps that Sam doesn’t get out as often
as he used to. But beware. If you come to our house and
see the “Please don’t let the cat out”
sign, pay attention. Sam may be hiding just behind the
Kathryn Spira, a native of Cleveland who pursued an acting
career in NYC and Los Angeles, now pursues free lance
writing from Caroga Lake in Fulton County. Previous columns
may be accessed at her web site www.kathrynskorner.com