other kitty

While slightly dazed and confused about the number of cities I had visited in the past few days, and trying to let my soul catch up with my body, I found myself stumbling tiredly around Olympia with my skinny old friend Darren. On our way back to his house after stopping by the coop, where I desperately asked people for rides and posted requests to their bulletin board, a small creature poked it's head out from the brush. Without thinking, as my tired mind had no energy for processing, I spoke to her:
"Ursula, what are you doing out here? Have you run away from home again?"
And the mocha splashed chocolate creature curled itself around my legs as she had done so many times before. I was absolutely positive at this point that it WAS our beloved Ursula and that either this was Tyler's homestead, or yet again, Ursula had wandered a little too far beyond her traveling senses.
Darren was in haste to get home, so I trusted Ursula's inner compass and began walking again. Sure enough, she followed us, over rock and under brush, scampering along fences and crossing dangerous (and empty) suburban streets to keep up.
"Darren, this is for SURE Ursula, and I think she has absolutely no sense of direction and is probably lost again," I confessed.
Much to Darren's stomach's dismay, I called our dear Nicole and discovered that Ursula was, indeed, far from home.
I was delighted to meet new strangers as always when Darren and I introduced ourselves to Tyler's roomates inside the lattice fence of their home. They confessed that Ursula had been missing since the previous night and that they were happy to see her again (as was I! What a treat)!
So, if you happen to be wondering around in Olympia and see a familiar furry face, be sure to cuddle her fast and take her with you, because dear Ursula's inner other kitty compass needs fixin'.
Thanks for cuddling.
TheMooner