Bits and Pieces

Rian intensely dislikes losing things.

Car keys. The mobile. Checkbook. Aidan's left shoe.

For the most part, I do NOT lose things. Everything in its place, yes?

Today, Rian lost one cat. I saw him in the morning, lounging in the sun, and later, chasing a moth down the front hallway. He watched Rian take Aidan out to dash through the sprinkler. And watched Rian clipper Aidan's head.

But when it came time to take said cat to the boarders' - gone. Vanished. Not simply vanished. WORMHOLE vanished. Rian and a friend took literally an hour turning the house over before sending the other cat off alone. I found Things in the nooks and crannies of my basement I never knew I owned - but no tabby cat.

Rian walked the block, three times. Calling. The neighbors stared and the dogs barked. Not tabby cat.

Fifteen minutes ago he reappeared, of course, as if from thing air. One moment the dining room was empty. The next, a ttch of jingle and a striped tail and proud feline saunter.

Lost, and then Found.

Tomorrow, Rian shall spend most if not all of a day on an aeroplane. And I shall take medication to keep from howling. A good thing, that.

But, in that fog, what will Rian lose? A laugh? A lovely formation of clouds? A particularly bad serving of airline food? The sheer delighted rush as the wheels touch down?

Bits and pieces of a day, unremembered even once the fog wears away.