Saturday, July 6, 2013

My Mamas Are Home!

 Laying on the couch with my beloved and long lost Mamas...(that's me on the right and my twin sister, Harley, on the left---just in case you can't tell us apart. We're identical, you know).

I'm so excited! I don't know if I can even write this post!
They're back!
The Mamas are back!
They came home sometime today. I heard a car pull up and tried hard not to hope too hard it was them.
To bring you up to date, I live with two Mamas, Mama #1 and Mama #2. (the numbers go up and down, depending on how well they treat me). They both disappeared last week. My Martha (a very special person to us) moved in and took care of us (and loved us totally!) but she wasn't the Mamas.
Earlier this week, I escaped from my yard for the first time in my life (with Maggie, my sister dog) to look for them. I was busted by my neighbors almost immediately and sent back to my yard. (Darn my luck!)
I almost lost hope, except the Mamas called every few days and talked to us; "Blah, Blah Blah Blah Blah, Mabel. Blah Blah Blah, Harley." It was music to my ears!
Anyway, I heard the car pull in front of the house. We all stood at attention, concentrating, to see if we could hear those beloved voices.
Yes! I heard Mama #2 (Now Mama #1b) talking to Sam, my sister cat (the lucky dog who got to see her first!). Then, I heard Mama #1 talking about coming to open the door to our special room and let us out to welcome them home.
Watching closely, I saw the door to our room slooowly open. It was them! Mamas #1 and #1b, looking fine, home at last.
That missing Mamas report I filed last night must have worked.
They were home!
Maggie danced. No kidding. She danced on her hind legs and made a total fool of herself (she does that sometimes). Harley tried hard to cuddle any leg she saw. I waited for my moment and took over. 
Yes, as soon as Mama #1 sat down, I was close by her side.
She was MINE!
I kept my paw on one of them all evening.
Mama #2 left for a few minutes (in her car) and I was afraid she'd get lost and be gone another week. Harley and I kept watch at the door. She did come home pretty quick. Mama #1 told My Martha that she was only gone 5 minutes.
I was sure it was at least 2 hours.
Anyway, they are home!
And, Mama #2 couldn't wait to take me out on a forced march.
Only hours after she arrived home, she put the rope around my neck and dragged me out for a march around the neighborhood.
I really didn't mind.
I even kind of missed the marches. You know, all the sights and smells and stuff. (I did miss it).
I missed them, but they are home at last!
I love my Mamas.....

The Mamas said they were in "Chicago." Here's a picture... Whatever that is...

1 comment:

  1. OH MY GOSH, you didn't have ANY fun while we were on vacation, did you Mabel :(