We don't have a cat. But there is one next door. And Beatrice loves nothing more than going and looking for "Kitty-kitty-kitty" - in the driveway, next door, under the van. Once she finds him/her/it, she is usually content just to squat and watch said cat. Maybe squeal at it. But she's not particularly fond of it coming too near to her. (Zack and I are not big cat fans. Nor is Sarah B, so this love of cats is solely on Grandma Elizabeth's shoulders.)
Well today the cat came to the backdoor while we were eating lunch. Beatrice was in heaven. Eating and the kitty - two of her favorite things at the same time!!! Who knew life could be this good?
Shortly afterwards we decided to venture outside to do some errands, as there was finally a break in the rain. We left the house to find that the back of the van was open (how long had it been left open??? in the rain??). We debated the possibilities throughout our two-hour foray to the grocery store and beyond. Then we finally came home to discover the front door wide open! Nothing stolen, nothing out of place. Just a wide open front door.
Perhaps we both need more sleep, but my bet's on that cat.
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