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My friend Connie housesits for some of her lucky friends (I am not in that select group). Right now she’s housesitting for Wade. This involves taking care of 4 cats. In addition Wade seems to have a black Lab, a wolfhound, a lizard, a turtle and a dove. (I ran out of punctuation.) Oddly enough Connie is only worried about the cats.
On Dec 12, 2011, Connie wrote:
Wade lives near Southport and Fullerton with a black Lab named Ryno, a wolfhound Emma Wolf, a lizard Chacko, 4 cats–Matou, Tsuki, Sarah Berry, Pacha Mama, a turtle, a dove and assorted fishes and frogs.
It’s a cute little house, over a hundred years old, and renovated by Papageorge in a southwestern style. The garden rivals Giverny in my mind (I have never been there) with a lily pond, huge boulders and fantastic overgrowth. Sometimes a hawk will swoop down while we are having supper outside and make off with a small rodent. I fancy myself Connie of Green Gables on those evenings.
I am terrified a cat will disappear on me while Wade is in India.
I keep losing things. Does it happen to you?
Today, I can’t locate my phone, my passport, my keys, and my coffee cup. All are MIA, and while I am frantically trying to find them yet another object goes missing.
Last night, my feet were cold, so I went to sleep wearing socks.
This morning, I only had one sock.
I looked under the covers and then tore the whole bed apart and even looked UNDER the bed and between the mattresses. Nothing. I checked the bathroom. No luck.
Did I sleepwalk last night and leave one sock in Never Never Land?
I don’t even have any cats who might steal a sock to tidy up their whiskers.
I am exhausted looking for everything. I can’t go anywhere. And I am mad, mad, mad.