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    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.

    I didn’t 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.

    Terry 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.

    As the 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.

    By now, 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.

    Finally, 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.

    Of course 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 potted palm.


    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