The Seekers

This week I've been "under the weather," as they say, but I'm back.  Court is now in session.  We still have no solid news on our house buying or selling project.  We made a second offer on a second house with no success.  Third time will be the charm, though, right?  And once we move, I will forget the whole thing, right?  Play with me here!

Pearl is really moving into a linguistic phase, and as many of you predicted, it is exceptionally fun.  Sunday we evacuated our house for another showing.  (We have evacuated at least 2 dozen times in the past 4 weeks now.  You can imagine how this make take a toll, right?)  When we make our getaways, Jake the dog has to leave too.  He goes to our neighbor's house or he comes with us.  But our cat Moriah usually stays put.  When faced by scary strangers, she runs and hides.  When faced with friendly strangers, she twitches not a single muscle.

Sunday we returned home after the showing, and Marcia left to do a little tutoring.  Moriah had disappeared and was no where to be seen.  Over the years Moriah has disappear thousands of times.  She's fifteen years old, so I'm not even exaggerating. 

Jake and I have a ritual of how we hunt for Moriah.  We have a mental list of certain favorite hiding spots that she likes, both indoors and outside.  There are even key parts of the search at which he barks as though he's communicating something to her.  He thinks he's Lassie.

Pearl has never been aware of these activities, at least, not to my knowledge.  But this time, she seemed to know exactly who we were hunting down.  And for the first time, instead of calling her "kitty cat," she tried to say "Moriah." 

It came out more like "Ri-ah," but she sang it out long and loud and clear like it was her favorite song.  She squatted on her haunches to look underneath the furniture and surveyed the garage with complete earnestness.  She even tried to check under the deck.  It really tickled me. 

Unfortunately for Pearl, Moey discovered a brand new spot--on the nest of cords behind the computer cart.  She didn't emerge until after Pearl had gone to bed.  It was 8 p.m. and time for her nightly shot of kitty insulin. 

The next morning, however, I did show Pearl that our dear "Riah" had emerged, and she seemed very thrilled.

Comments

[Katie/WannaBeMom]

You're getting a lot of showings! Any day now. Fingers crossed.

[Hollie]

These times are so fun... then they get to be about 3 then you are either amazed proud by new expressions or very embarassed.

[Guusje]

I loved the "learning to talk" stage - they changed from babies to real people. In fact I loved the entire 2 year stage -never did understand folks groaning about the terrible 2s...now when they turned 3, that was an entirely different story!

[Kay]

That talking stuff really is fun isn't it? Even at three and a half (almost) I am still tickled by some of the phrases Liam comes out with.

Hope the house hunt/sale is resolved very soon.