But, Where was she???
Friday got off to a roaring start, but by 12:30 the day had ground to a halt when we couldn’t find the cat. I had taken the day off work to get a jump on the long weekend, so I was at the grocery store by 7 a.m. and home from the full round of errands by 10. Breakfast and packing followed swiftly; Holly, the cat, was in from her morning rounds and settled — it seemed — into her quilt on the sofa. I began to load the car. So far, so good. Then I heard the thunk of the cat hitting the floor. She left her place of comfort for…where? I wasn’t immediately worried as she was, after all, in the house; far easier to find her inside than out. I continued to pack the car. Val, compromised by an ankle injury, was stuck on kitchen duty. By about 12:15 we were both done, the car was loaded and all that was left was to get the cat into the car and head off up the highway to the cottage. So, I went down to the guest nook in the basement to look under the bed: Holly’s fav