September 21, 2006
As I walked home today, talking with Dianna, I thought I heard a faint little whiny "meow." Stopping dead in our tracks, we waited... suddenly, we heard it again. We turned around, and there was a very fuzzy little cat making tiny jingling noises. We brought her home, and then went to the Parkway with Andrew & friends to see Snakes on a Plane, which I had previously called SOAP. I now realize that SOAMP, while a poor acronym, is a much more accurate title.
Anyway, all's well that ends well. And Bella is never going outside again. Ever.
Posted on September 21, 2006 12:13 AM
YAY! wow, i really did not expect such a happy ending. that's wonderful. is she ok?
don't forget to go take down your signs.
She seems completely fine. Her collar is pretty loose, so I think she's lost some weight. But other than that, she's her normal self.
Taking down the signs is not something I'm looking forward to. There are at least 30 of them scattered over South Berkeley & North Oakland. Perhaps I'll put that off for just one more day...
Obviously it was my dulcet conversational tones which proved too tempting for her to resist approaching. Especially because I was talking about ferrets. Who could resist ferrets? Not Bella.
that's so fantastic! yey for fuzz finding her way home!
So relieved. What a good story!
FUZZ! I'm glad she ran out of people to shred out in the world and came home! It's great that she found her way back, too, after not living there very long.
I never got it together to see SOA(M)P, because the friends I was supposed to go with kept hemming and hawing about other shit to do. Everything I've heard about it has confirmed that I've basically already seen the movie just by imagining it.
My hands-down favorite thing about that movie was the guy who, on the way out of the theatre, said thoughtfully that the title of the movie was really misleading.
Home again home again ....
Good evening JF.
What was the fellow's complaint? That it should have been called Snakes Within a Plane?
Thinking of Bella as one of JF's automatons is a little creepy.
Zach, I'd like to introduce you to my old friend, sarcasm. Sarcasm, Zach. Zach, sarcasm. Possibly it was funnier with beer involved.
Also, your name link still points to your old blog.