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We've returned from our 10 day vacation to the annual Sports Car Club of America National Championship races at Mid-Ohio Raceway in Lexington, Ohio where we finished third in our class. WooooHoooo!!! Podium finish
When we left (Sept 28) we hugged and kissed the cats, told them we loved them, told them Aunt Robin and Uncle Jamie would be looking in on them every other day. We told them we'd miss them but that we'd be back and just before closing the door we reminded them not to throw any wild parties while we were gone. Well, our cats, being the teenagers they are forgot our instructions regarding parties. Or maybe they remembered and figured they wouldn't get caught. They obviously hadn't planned on one of their guests getting drunk and passing out in the middle of the kitchen floor.
This past Thursday night at about 11 pm we got a phone call in our hotel room from my sister-in-law, 'Aunt Robin' to our cats. It seems her husband, 'Uncle Jamie' had gone to the house to feed and play with the cats and found a squirrel in the middle of the kitchen floor, alive but apparently suffering from some paralysis and muscle spasms.
I don't know why this squirrel decided to enter our house and we haven't been home long enough yet to discover from where it entered. I can only imagine its reaction when it discovered that it had trapped itself in a house with 20 lbs of orange tabby and 8 lbs of siamese. I can well imagine Hobbes' excited reaction when he learned that one of the creatures he's been watching so intently from the window had decided to come in and play. Fortunately it appears my two had not tried to eat their unexpected guest. There were no signs of blood on the carpet or kitchen floor and there are no obvious wounds on my babies. There was however a clump of fur from a squirrel tail near my computer desk and we have a wall that has wooden plaques that are trophies won at races hung from ceiling to floor; about half way up the wall the plaques are ascew as if something had used them as stepping stones to cross the wall. Crochet doilies that I had placed on furniture and a stack of paperwork on the table was scattered on the floor. Obviously this was a party that had gotten out of hand. I'm only thankful that the squirrel decided to 'sleep it off' in the middle of the floor and not hidden in a corner or under furniture somewhwere for the remaining 4 days before we came home.
When we got home this evening Hobbes met us at the door, very excited to see us and anxious to tell his side of the story. He talked for 30 minutes telling us about his experiences while we were gone all the while enjoying being brushed and petted and loved on. Selena, who hadn't come out to be petted by my in-laws came out of hiding when she realized it was us and got her share of the loving as well although she didn't have anything to add to the party story.
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