A Gray Adventure. A Ross Nightmare.
I have just aged ten years during the past two hours.
My nightmare began when I got home at 5:30, and went to feed my yard kitties. These are my outdoor beasts, safe behind an eight-foot-high unclimbable fence.
During the day, I let Gray out into the yard. As mentioned previously, I found her last October under my front porch, a very wee one scared and very ill. I nursed her back to health and in the process fell in love with her.
But when I went out into the yard tonight…she was gone. Just vanished. I walked along the perimeter of the endless fence and, to my horror, discovered that the fence had been damaged in an incredible wind storm a few days ago, creating a hole. It was obvious that Gray had found this exit.
Initially, I was unconcerned, sorta, for I felt that she would, surely, come when called.
She didn’t though. I called and called and called and also walked around the whole block, calling.
Every fifteen minutes I would go back outside and call and call and call.
My emotions began to unravel and my mind was seized by dark thoughts. Had she been taken in by a neighbor? If so, would I ever see her again? Was she trapped somewhere? This was un unbearable thought. Had a woolly mammoth eaten her?
The minutes passed into hours and I was unable to focus on anything. I felt like I was going to vomit.
I again went out into the street and called and called and called. And then, and there, as if dropped from the sky, was Gray. Right next to me.
I burst out crying.
Six months ago this small creature did not exist in my life.
Tonight, my life felt impossible without her.
She’s now resting, after her Great Adventure.
Me? I should be really drunk soon.
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