She’s home!

Blas came home tonight, literally in the 3 minutes I had before work while I dropped off a movie for Carrie.  I’m so glad she has a distinctive and loud meow.  I still don’t know how she snuck out since I never got far from the door while putting trash out but she must have been determined.  She seemed fine, real thirsty, but I didn’t have time to wait and find out about her adventure.  Monkey was so mad at her, he was hissing and yelling and growling because she smelled like other cats.  Poor Carrie had to deal with that so I wouldn’t be late for work.   She’s in trouble, but I’m still just so relieved to have her back that I can’t be too mad yet.  I was literally shaking with relief.  I cried so much thinking she was dead.  I mean, she’s 18, so she’s been with me since I was 13, more than half of my life.  When she does pass it’ll be a damn big deal for me, as I discovered yesterday.  I’m just so grateful tonight…