Whew.
Kate returned from dinner out and discovered Carlos lurking in the front bushes. On hearing this, I exhaled a breath I had inhaled when she told me he was still out, 3 hours ago. Like the relief one feels when an annoying, high-pitched whine suddenly … stops.
I wonder what this presages for my ability to allow any future children I may have to take risks.
November 10th, 2005 at 8:46 am
When I went through similar experiences with my cat early this year, I came away from it with the feeling that it had helped me. I got over the freak out and was more able to accept and deal with what was happening. Each successive time my cat didn’t come back over night was like a “little death” that prepared me for when or if the real thing did happen.
Of course, I’ve also made changes to prevent it from happening again.
I’ve come to realize that cats are resourceful survivors.
I think children are too.