Look who came home! I was folding laundry and Mr. Moon called me from the garage. Yes. Called me because he's up to his elbows in deer processing.
"Maurice is back!" he said. "She ran out of garage and is in the yard!"
"Hurray!" I shouted and then I went to the kitchen door and called her and in just a moment she appeared, meowing and I let her in and fed her Boar's Head turkey meat (she'd prefer Oscar Mayer, I'm sure) and I am so relieved. I have no idea how she got trapped in the garage. There are the new doors which keep it closed up but yesterday it was opened up for hours.
What The Fuck, Maurice?
Maybe she was just having a mouse-eating orgy. Who knows? But she's home and I have to say that I really did not realize how much this peculiar little ginger girl means to me. I mean, I knew I loved her but I didn't know how much.
I'm sure that Jack is pissed that she's back.
Oh well. Deal with it, Big Guy.
The queen is home.