Flo showed up for dinner tonight. Perhaps she was just sleeping off the vaccinations in the wood shed. I didn’t realize how much her disappearance this morning effected me until I saw her walking through the snow to the barn. The heaviness in my body slipped away in an instant.
I have to admit, I was hurt and annoyed when she didn’t show up for breakfast or respond to my meows. My mood didn’t improve when I hit my head on a rafter climbing into the attic of the woodshed to look for her. “I’m glad we didn’t get her spayed too,” I grumbled to Jon, feeling we had reached out to her and then she fled. Oh projections, again and again the animals remind me, they are not the stories in my head, they are animals. Just doing what animals do.
Smart and savvy cat, I’m so glad to have her back.