Living LaFarge

I think that’s about how long our new kitten remained hidden when I got home from canvassing for Kerry for four hours this afternoon (first time volunteering for the Dems or any party politics but felt I needed to do a LITTLE something to help out, but anyway)...
...during which time I:

• ran around the house twice and looked in increasingly odd places for the little creature;


• squeaked and made smoochy noises incessantly because we seem to have no other way to call it;


• put on my boots and took Sam around the block for an impromptu search-and-rescue team effort;


• ate about half a pound of Halloween candy;


• opened up InDesign and put together a “Lost Kitten” sign (and yes, I fretted about the typeface‚ÄîI didn’t completely lose myself)


• answered a call from Erika about another matter, and then revealed the frantic awful news. I was just about to hang up, and she was on her way home, when I heard the kitten mew. Just one little mew, but I could say “never mind, he’s here!”

...And he walked out from under the table—where the hell was he?
Okay, so I guess this does help prepare you for parenthood. Grf.

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