Kids stealing my kids, Pt. 1

Today we noticed that Pascale was missing. Mrs. Buddy asked if I knew where she was or whether I'd seen her lately, and I said no, which prompted a frantic early morning search for her.

See, Pascale is a timid, petite litte kitty who never goes out of the back yard. She has a favorite spot to sit and never leaves the general area. Even with the door wide open, she has stayed resting on the couch. She just is not interested in being curious.

So we fretted about it for a while until Mrs. Buddy went home for lunch.

Several days ago there were some little girls in our front yard. My wife talked to them a little and one of them said "the furry one ran away but the white one comes up to us." At the time, we thought the "furry one" was Monte. Evidently it was Pascale, and the kids were around our back yard.

So Mrs. Buddy went to talk to the mother of one of the kids, going to the house where she thought the girl lived. Her mother was quite nice and helpful, telling us that their neighbors from Bosnia just found a cat and took it inside.

Within short order, Mrs. Buddy was bringing Pascale home from the filthy house. We thought it to be just a case of a kid wanting a cat, that is until my mother called while we were at Petsmart making tags for the kitties.

"Hi Primate" said mom.

"Hi mom. How are you feeling?" She'd been sick.

"I'm fine. Your father just had to run off those two little girls from your front porch and driveway."

I stood there, beginning to get seriously angry.

"He asked them what they were doing there, and one of them said she was looking for hercat." She continued.

"He told her it was his cat and she'd better not ever come on the porch again."

That was little comfort to me.