I got a bit stressed and upset last week. Lots of tears were involved. In a nutshell, the cats were distressed by their circumstances, Doogie was dehydrated and had lost a pound in only 3-4 weeks (that's a lot of weight for a cat to lose), and Ninja wouldn't come see me when I went to visit. Additionally, I was lonely and homesick. All of that together had me a mess.
An email went out to friends, as I was very worried about the cats and not sure what to do. I asked for prayer for the situation, for Doogie's health, and for my peace of mind. And the very next day, God answered in the most unexpected way: our realtor called and said we were closing on our new house a full week early. As in, the very next day.
The distressing visit with the cats was Wednesday, the realtor called Thursday, we had our house Friday, we had our cats back on Saturday morning. Oh, yeah! I love how our God cares about the littlest things, such as my sweet cats!
They were pretty freaked out by the new house. Who can blame them? We'd thrown them into chaos, starting with the packing of our old house, and the changes just kept coming in new and dramatic ways. They had deemed the bedroom of the girl who was officially caring for them during their time away from us as their safe room. They found the locational equivalent in the new house right away, and there they stayed for 36 hours, refusing to come down and be with us.
But it didn't take them too long to realize that they were safe, it was just us, and nothing was happening, other than some heavy-duty cleaning of the place.
It also didn't take long for them to discover the fireplace.
See that black thingy in front of the fireplace? We arrived at the house yesterday to find that flat on the floor. A few minutes later, Steven brought the guilty party to me. And no, it wasn't our Naughty Ninja! It was Doogie, all covered in soot. It shows well on his pretty white fur. If you look at the picture below, you can see soot on his paw.
The undersides of all his white paws are now gray, and his neck is gray now, too. And lest you think Ninja is totally innocent, we found sooty pawprints on the kitchen counter, directly underneath an open cabinet. Only Ninja knows how to open stuff.
My boys are back!