The Cat Came Back

the very next day the day after.

My what a rollercoaster few days this has been. Tammy and Chris came over on Monday night, and we had fish & chips with them. It was Tammy's first day at the Granville Island clinic and she was happy about not working at the Langley Emerg clinic any more ... there are quite a number of stories there, but they're not mine to tell. Anyway, while they were here, we were talking about animals, and how some owners care for their animals, and how people who get animals from the SPCA (like Andromeda and Dianthe) should expect bad things since they are usually not well. Some, (like Andromeda) are quite unwell. We talked quite a bit about Andromeda, and as Tammy, Chris and Angus (woof!) were leaving, Andromeda was glaring at them as she was poking her head out of our bedroom.

The next morning she was gone.

Gone. Evaporated. No sign whatsoever. I figure she got out through one of the living room windows (the one that has our neighbour's small flower-box containing balcony beside her stairs) which was open a bit more than normal owing to the 32 degrees C @ 7pm temperatures that we had been having.

We had gone to bed somewhere around midnight, and it was about quarter past 6am when I noticed she was gone, so she had up to a 6 hour lead on us. Aidan was already up so I brought him down to Gwen and I headed out to do a quick look around the complex. Gwen got dressed and stuffed Aidan into the backpack and came out and joined me. And we found nothing.

Back to the apartment, and I printed up some flyers. I put them in the complex noticeboard and on some telephone pole near our complex, and down towards Choklit park. Still looking. Under cars, in the bushes, everywhere.

Eventually, I went back home and had to get some breakfast and head to work. Gwen printed up a ton more flyers and she and the boy papered the neighbourhood. Before that, she called the SPCA, Tammy, and a few local vets. Late in the morning, after the boy fell asleep in the stroller and Gwen brought him home to nap, Gwen got a call about a possible sighting in Choklit park. She roused the boy and sped down to the park, but she didn't see any cats at all. She brought Aidan back home, and put him back to bed. Later that afternoon, she made at least one more sweep of the neighbourhood and surrounding blocks. When I got home from work, I did another sweep, Gwen did one again after the dog-walkers had disappeared and I did one after the sun went down.

Nothing.

And, it's hard. First, there are *millions* of hiding places in a few square blocks. So many bushes, trees, courtyards, cars, garbage bins, and so on. There are streets. Alleys. Almost all the housing around here is condos, with those funky courtyards (including our own) which just adds to the number of hiding places. And every block that you expand your search, the number just gets higher and higher.

Then, there's the wildlife. While out looking for a missing cat, people tell you stories. About the raccoons that are terrorizing the neighbourhood, killing crows and small animals. (I've seen them ... probably 50 - 70 lbs ... huge!) About the coyotes (I've seen them too ... they seem less well fed than the raccoons, though).

Of course, there's the cars (with high-traffic Broadway and Oak so near, a cat would have a tough time playing "Frogger"). And the drugged-up transients. And the fact that for all the hours I've spent out looking, I've seen a total of two cats, neither of which were Andromeda.

Anyhow, it's tough.

So, we left the window wide-open that night, and locked Dianthe in our bedroom with us. She didn't seem to mind and cuddled happily all night long.

I didn't sleep well at all, waking up a number of times after vivid dreams about Andromeda coming back. Then, around 3:30am, Dianthe growls at the window: there's another cat out there. Gwen gets excited and I shine a flashlight out the window, startling the cat. I rush outside, and there's the cat ... only it's not Andromeda.

Sleep didn't come back too easily.

In the morning, no Andromeda. I got up, did a look around the neighbourhood and headed off to work. Gwen and Aidan did a few more sweeps, ranging further, to no avail. She called more vets, the SPCA, the Vancouver emerg hospital, and the city pound, where um ... remains ... get sent. Apparently there was a grey tabby found at 40th and Slocan, but that's so far away that we dismissed that entirely. I got home from work, we prepared the boy (fed, changed) and headed out with the stroller to do some further ranging searching (south of Broadway, further west, east of Oak, etc). We spent a few hours out, and came back at 9pm, having seen a total of one cat. Not ours. Dianthe had been locked in our bedroom again, and the windows had been left open ... but nothing.

We put the boy to bed (no protests from him) and ate Wendy's. We spent some time trying to deal with the realization that we hadn't seen her for 36 hours, and trying to be realistic about expected outcomes. Bed at 11:30pm, again locking Dianthe in the bedroom with us.

At 2:30am, Gwen wakes up, sitting bolt-upright saying "Cat.....cat.....". I figured she was waking up from a dream, but she kept getting more excited, and bolted out of the room. By the time I made it to the hall, she had Andromeda in her arms, right as rain. Apparently she had heard Andromeda announcing her presence (I had heard nothing, and Dianthe who was cuddling with me didn't perk up).

So, we closed all the windows, and checked her over. As far as we can tell, there's no indication that she was anywhere but on a nice soft pillow somewhere in the house. Gwen put some ham in her dinner dish, and boy did she wolf that down. We put down more food, watched her for a little bit to convince ourselves she was alright, and then went back to bed.

It was tough to get back to sleep last night too.

Of course, it didn't help that Aidan woke up quite unhappy at 4am, and took quite a bit to get settled down.

But here it is, 7:30am, and Andromeda is on the couch, laying on her back, enjoying a tummy rub. I'm pretty sure this isn't a dream ... I don't have enough imagination to make up all those articles on the radio. Gwen and Aidan will take her to Tammy this morning for a full check-up, and probably a feline leukemiaa shot. While both Dianthe and Andromeda have ID collars, only Dianthe has an ear tattoo, and neither has a microchip. That will change today too.

Anyhow, I'm running late again for the third day in a row and need to get to work.

It's been a tough few days, but as far as I can tell, we're all safe and sound.

I hope the same can be said about Blaze.

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And the Yawn Goes On

Aidan fell asleep last night.

Apparently he was reading (we didn't hear him).

We found him asleep on the book titled "And The Yawn Goes On". Not wanting to wake him with the camera, we took some video....

Happy National Aboriginal Day!

Today on a whim (well not quite, I did want to go the year before last and remembered today when I heard it on the radio) Aidan and Nana and I went downtown to the National Aboriginal Day celebrations at the Art Gallery. Funnily enough the Federal government website didn't have the downtown celebrations listed, but they seem to be the biggest out here and according to the local website the largest in the country. Oh well, I did figure out where and when the celebrations were being held and how we were going to get Aidan my Mom and the stroller downtown without having to fold the stroller on the bus or walk the whole way or take the car. The 98 is an express bus and it has spaces for wheelchairs and strollers. (The ride there was ok, but there was an old bat who made things much more difficult than they needed to be.)

When we got to the Art Gallery it wasn't quite set up yet and we got to see some people put up a tee-pee (sp?) and we also had a chance to be some of the first people to have a look at some of the art and jewelry that was being sold there. I wish I had some extra money because they were selling some beautiful masks for a fraction of the cost for one in a gallery only a 10 minute walk away. Sigh.




Aidan had at least 10 people stop and admire him and he was almost accosted by some Asian esl students who thought he was way too cute for words. He also played peek-a-boo with a couple of Asian boys who decided that they needed to sit next to us to get a better look at Aidan and ask some questions.

Anyway, Aidan and Mom and I had a good time and Aidan loved the music and the dancing. The master of ceremonies was Chief Ian Campbell, and he was an excellent speaker. We are thinking about going down tomorrow (the celebrations are going on till the end of the weekend) in the afternoon after Aidan's nap. I hope that I will have some more pictures of Him and Mom and the large trees they have for benches.

If anyone wants a really cool mask or drum, give me a call with your visa number and I can send them home with Mom. Anyway, ciao for now.

We like to boogie

Hmmm, so we bought a stroller tonight.

A "Zooper Boogie 2005". It's a little distressing that strollers have model years. Of course, buying "last year's" model means that it was a bit cheaper, but "cheap" is not exactly the right word to use. It's a mid-range stroller, not a "cheap" one, but certainly not one of the stupid-expensive $1000 strollers either.

It's a "jogger". I'm not convinced we need a "jogger" since neither of us "jog", but with the 12" pneumatic tires, curbs, tree roots, gravel, and other bumps and obstructions become less of an issue, and so we can go for walks in places like the UEL, or the Richmond dikes, or any of the provincial parks too. So that's good. Of course, the jogger has less storage than the Evenflo, plus no "parental console", and neither a "child console" so I'm not sure where things are going to go exactly (back packs for mommy, I guess) and I'm not sure how we're going to feed him snacks on the go ... but I'm sure it'll work out. Other "cons" are that it doesn't fold very small, and it's a bit heavy. Pros: It comes with a very versatile canopy, a rain cover, a "sun"/UV cover, a pump, the air-filled tires, hand brake, "remote" lockable front wheel, height-adjustable push-bar, easy adjustable child seat, reversible (!) child seat, and it drives like a dream.

We'll try it out tomorrow on a hike on Bowen Island and see how it fares.

The sales lady at TJ's (where we bought the stroller) was warning another customer about Evenflo's as being unreliable and prone to failure, and then hard to find replacement parts for, so our experience may not have been unusual. Of course, the old stroller as effectively been used every day for 15 months, so it had a good run.

Anyhow, we'll try this one out and see how it goes. They have a 10 day return policy -- hopefully we won't need to use it.

Sand in my diaper

Snips, snails, and puppy dog snails? I don't think so. Sand seems to be a pretty major ingredient...

Broken Stroller, Boo Hoo :(

Last night as I was taking the stroller out of the trunk and I unfolded it I noticed that something was wrong. The stroller just didn't seem right and it was very wobbly from side to side. I looked at the wheels and that is when I noticed what had happened. The stabilizer bar at the back of the stroller had sheared off and was now only attached to one side of the stroller. Needless to say I was very dissappointed. That stroller is a lifeline, how can you live with a kid and no stroller?

So we are now in the process of looking for a new stroller. I am borrowing one from a friend while we look. It is is now making the decision, do we want to get another city stroller or do we get a modified jogger? How much do we spend? Do we get a modofied jogger that can be converted to a two child stroller just in case? Oh well, such is life I guess. Wish us luck in the ever seductive world of stroller buying.


Pictures of the broken Stabilizer bar.

So Sweet!

Our boy was well rested for music class today. Aidan woke up at 4:00 am and I was able to get him back to sleep about 4:30 am. He then slept 'till 9:00. (It was a bit of a hurry to get him dressed and fed and down to music, but we made it.) As a result Aidan was happy and well rested and a little less frantic than usual in class.

There were only 6 babies there today with Aidan and Tristan being the oldest. Aidan was very interested in the other babies and went to see each of them in turn. He was so gentle and let the other babies touch him. The look on his face was sooo sweet and gentle. I guess that letting him touch other babies and making sure each time to demonstrate what is "gentle" has worked. Even the moms with the three month olds were not at all worried about Aidan being near their babies. In fact he was so gentle and patient that all the babies smiled and tried to touch him.

I am constantly amazed at our boy and I am so proud to be him mom. (I just wish I had my camera there to capture his gentleness.)

Reifel revisited

Today (Sunday) we took Lorraine to the Reifel Bird Sanctuary. This is turning into one of the marquee places we take visitors now, especially the outdoorzy birder types. The weather was reasonable, but showers and thunderstorms were threatening so we were constantly on the lookout for wet weather. Aidan doesn't look too impressed, but he really enjoyed the ducks this time. He was quite interested in them, and got a real kick out of them eating birdseed right off his stroller.

We saw lots of different birds. Ducks, and Canada Geese of course. The Sandhill Cranes were out today, as were three or four Great Blue Herons. We saw tons of swallows and red-winged blackbirds. Crows. And, some treats for Lorraine. Two Great Horned Owls, and a bald eagle. Oh, and a rooster, a hen, and a few poults.

Sandhill Crane...

Great Horned Owl...


Bald Eagle...

GBH...

Ducks!

Rooster...

Unidentified wildlife...

Life is a Cabaret

OK, I'm not quite sure exactly what that means.

We saw Cabaret on Saturday night. It had received pretty mixed reviews, but that's pretty much all that was playing while Lorraine is here, so you take what you can get.

Neither Gwen nor I knew much about it going in. I was aware that it was supposed to be a little risque, and Gwen knew the lead song (referenced in the title) but that was pretty much it.

All in all, I think we both enjoyed it. It wasn't particularly risque. The singers and dancers were pretty good. The story was a little rambly ... bits of Chicago (written by the same people) and bits of Moulin Rouge (yes, I'm aware that Cabaret pre-dates Moulin Rouge). I don't know what the deal is with Germany lately; between Cabaret, The Sound of Music, and The Producers, we've been a little Nazi'd out I think.

John Mann played the Emcee. John Mann is the lead singer/songwriter for Spirit of The West -- a band I'm not particularly fond of -- but I didn't hold that against him. Actually, he was the best part of the show. His facial expressions were perfect for the part, and his singing was great.

The other actors were only so-so. The actress who played the female lead Sally Bowles (the actress was Sara-Jeanne Hosie) was a little too much in the Liza Minelli style (who, apparently was a big part of the original production -- a fact I didn't know until after the first act) and frankly, didn't measure up to what I imagined Liza Minelli would have done. The Kit Kat Girls were okay, but nothing spectacular, and the older couple were also okay but not stellar.

Still we enjoyed the show and our "date night".

Ewww

OK, he got me.

And I was so secretly happy that it hadn't happened to me that I had convinced myself that it wasn't going to happen.

Yes, last night I got barfed on. It hasn't evened the score (mommy's been the target a couple of times), but it's no longer an exclusive club. I was just about to put the over-tired boy into bed after having fed him 10 oz of formula (which was preceded by supper and a bath) when he erupted. Ewww.

No, really. Ewww.

I don't think he's sick ... rather I think was a combination of being overtired and the incredible volume of bath water that he consumed a half-hour earlier. I'm not sure how to keep him from drinking the bath water, but I think that we'll keep the plastic cups out of the bath for the next little while.

On a complete different matter, posting here will be sporadic again, since Grandma Lorraine is with us now, and for the next three weeks. As such, blogging has been pushed down Gwen's priority list a little bit.

And speaking of Grandma, she bought The Boy a cell phone yesterday. A cute, plastic faux-phone, but still. It has a full key pad, and speaks numbers and "hello" in English, français, and espanol. You can also record little voice clips and play them back.

Aidan, being the uber techno-geek that he is (he fits in, right?) loves this thing.

I'm just a little sad at seeing my little boy walking cruising around with a phone glued to his ear. He's generous with it -- he loves to give it to you and actually holds it to your ear while you talk into it -- but, still.