My Ralphers, the Ralphinator, the little orange cat I adopted after graduating college while I was living at home and planning my wedding and interning at a shelter (which was kind of like a drunk interning at a bar)? The Most Tolerant Cat In The Universe, who moved with us from Madison to the Northwoods to Texas and back again without skipping a beat and allows Anderson to use him as a pillow and pull him 'round the room by his tail, for a few seconds anyway? Well, he's missing. He went out Monday evening, and I haven't seen him since. And my heart is breaking a little bit more each time I look out the door or window and don't see his fuzzy little face staring back at me. He's wandered before, but never for 24 hours, and never since we've moved up to the woods.
So it's been an emotional day for me. My pets are a part of the family, and it's heartbreaking having part of my family out there where I can't protect and love him. Even Anderbug is concerned. His first sleepy words this morning as I changed his diaper were "Walph? Waaaaaalph?" :::sob::: We've been out walking and out driving and called the shelter and I'm just not sure what else there is to do but wait and hope and pray (and thank my lucky stars I thought to update his tags last week). I just want my Ralph back.
But in the midst of my sadness, there were happy things. Which I will share. I'm a sharer.
There was a surprise birthday delivery from The Lisa, who has managed to become even more dear to me with a billionish miles between us. Clearly, she knows Bug all too well, because beating the hell out of this new toy brought him a TON of satisfaction and made him forget for, like, a whole half hour that he's in his TERRIBLE TWOS and REALLY NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT, AT ALL. He didn't even try to bite me this afternoon! I hid the other gift she and her husband sent until tomorrow so A's head didn't explode.
BabyLegs on my baby's legs. I may be obsessed with BabyLegs and might be on a self-imposed babylegs.com ban after a manic episode where I bought, like, ten pairs. Or so.
Our new playroom soundtrack, You Are My Sunshine by Elizabeth Mitchell. I'd been looking for some kiddie music that didn't make me want to rip my ears off, and I'm really digging this album. It got Bug boogying around and made Miss Vivi clap her hands. Happy.
An impromptu game of hide and seek. So what if he only has one hiding spot in his bag of tricks? It's a REALLY GOOD ONE.
Okay, this was last night, but my movie date with Jackie. Who is my FCIL (Future Cousin In Law), I guess you'd say? FOMC? (Fiance Of My Cousin?) Whatever, she's marrying my cousin. And she's very funny and sweet and a perfect movie companion who is totally down with sneaking in a sippy cup of Riesling on our next date. Rock on, FCIL/FMOC/girl who is marrying my cousin. And for the record, we saw Easy A and I do recommend you see it too. 4.5 stars. I would have said 4, but then I remembered (HOW COULD I FORGET?) that Penn Badgely takes his shirt off. +.5!
The completion of "baby bathroom project". I'm so thrilled to have a bathroom that is solely the kids', so I can kiddy-fy it shamelessly. Finding something not too pink and not too blue was a bit of a challenge, but I bet you can guess who came to my rescue. That's right, PBK. Obvi.
The End. Except, if you've got any 'Come Home Ralphie' dust lying around, send it all my way. I miss my punkin.