Playing Hide 'n Seek

Probably not a good idea before Mom's finished her morning coffee. But it was so nice out. A bit overcast, nippy....the smells of Christmas wafting all around. So I went up to contemplate life in my hillside fort under the daisy bush. I guess I dozed off for a bit. The next thing you know, Mom's out there in her Uggs, cordouroy pants and a sweat shirt hunting all over for me.

What I didn't know is that she'd already checked everything out, including the back slope where the feral cats live, and out the front door and up and down the street. Not that I'd go anywhere....well, probably not, anyway. I admit I like adventure. Oh, but there I go again. Back to the story.

I decided this was a PERFECT opportunity to play my favorite game. So I slithered on my belly across the side slope like GI Joe, hid behind a clump of gazanias, then wriggled over behind a lily plant. As I was making a mad dash back to my fort I could barely contain my glee. This was the longest ever that I've gotten to play this game. And Mom was just starting to say, "I give up, Mary-Margaret! Where ARE you?", when she spied a rustle of leaves and saw me make my last sprint to the daisy bush. Did I mention she'd been looking for me for about 20 minutes??

"Oh, my GOD! THERE YOU are!", she said. Well, yeah? I wasn't lost. I knew where I was. I've never seen her so relieved to see me, muddy feet and all. Later on she told me that she was so afraid I'd been stolen. Me? Stolen? I hardly think so. Who'd be so mean as to do that, I ask you? Besides, I do tend to bark and back away from strangers these days until I get Mom's approval.

Not to worry, Mom. I'm a big girl now. I'm not going anywhere without you - EVER. (Not like "some people" who go away and leave their children at a kennel, but we won't get into that right now.)

Love,

Mary-Margaret