“Where’s the Magster?” Tracy asked as she was getting ready for work this morning.
I was in the kitchen warming us up some sweet cinnamon rolls for breakfast.
“You haven’t seen her this morning?” I asked worriedly.
Tracy said no and went about getting dressed for work. I stood in the doorway and watched like a dirty old man.
“What?” Tracy asked smiling broadly as she pulled on her work scrubs.
“It’s just that you are so beautiful,” I replied. “I am lucky to have you.”
My girl with the curls and the curves.
The house was especially quiet this morning. Wheezy was asleep on the arm of the couch. Well, I panicked and looked everywhere and Maggie wasn’t in the house. My worst thoughts were a gate had gotten left open and Maggie had escaped the confines of the backyard which would prove disastrous. The road down from my house is one very busy thoroughfare. I donned a coat and headed out the back door. Maggie was under the laundry room eating a muddy and grimy chicken tender she had buried Sunday evening. I had never been so relieved in my life.
“Don’t scare me so, girl!” I told her scoldingly with a nervous laugh.
Soon, Maggie came romping through the house and used the rug in the den to clean her muddy face and paws. I sighed, but didn’t get on to her this time. I was just overjoyed she was okay. She was just having her breakfast.
2 comments:
How are Maggie and the cat getting along? Seems like Maggie played a late April fool's prank on you...
Happy birthday young man! Hope all well with you. 🎂
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