Our mornings are pretty much the same from day to day. We get up and go straight to the kitchen for breakfast and our morning visit. Lorelei usually makes it there before me and greets our kitty with a warm, "Good morning Bumper!" She opens the crate, lets the kitty outside, and we go on with our breakfast preparations.
This morning, though, I made it to the kitchen and the cat first letting her out before Lorelei got the chance to say her morning hellos.
Little did I know what was to come next.
For the first twenty minutes of our day Lorelei cried inconsolably. When she saw that Bumper was already out of her crate there was nothing that I could do or say to convince her that the kitty was just in the garden next door. She was on the floor screaming, at the kitchen table sobbing, in the backyard whaling at the top of her lungs under the neighbor's bedroom window at 7 o'clock in the morning.
I tried to calm her. I tried to call the cat.
"Pssss Pssss Pssss. Kitty!!"
But that damn cat wouldn't come and Lorelei just kept on. Then it came to me. I grabbed a can of tuna and a can opener, went outside and tapped on the can,
tap tap tap "Bumper kitty!"
tap tap tap "C'meeeere!"
Pop! crank crank crank
I knew it. The bushed rustled and out comes our orange, aging kitty hobbling as quickly as she could toward her favorite treat. When Lorelei saw her she screamed, "Bumper! You're ok!!"
The tears stopped. She turned to me and said,
"Mom? I see SpongeBob Patrick?"
And so we had tuna for lunch.