When I stopped in at a local vet's in Crescent City, the receptionist said she and her co-workers were sharing the raising of three kittens they'd found abandoned. She said people in that part of the world are irresponsible. Land is cheap too, I heard.
She's put me through the ringer:
We *seemed* pretty settled in this morning after having breakfast (I had coffee) so I put her harness on while I washed up and sewed suspender buttons on my new pants. During a break we took a short walk for about 150 feet on the leash; 300 roundtrip.. Then I took the lead off and she crawled under the car with the harness on.
"Friggin' harness. I'll show you."
An hour later the buttons were done and the car packed. I started saying "Where's that cat?" which worked the day before. I started the car and called a few more times. No cat.
I looked under the car: no cat. I thought how maybe she'd gotten hung up on a shrub or something and turned off the car to listen. Whistling and calling -- now thinking "Oh well, that's how it feels when things don't work out. I'll get over it." -- I kept calling. Time became interminable. A long ten minutes later she emerged from the forest -- it's dense with ferns and brush -- sans harness. I'll get another but will "train" her to it when she's inside. Live and learn.
It's great to be in love! IF she sticks around.