a rare Sunday night post

I don't normally post over the weekend, but I had to share a little good news:

The Prodigal has come home!

We've been missing our eldest cat for about 8 days. We'd pretty much given up hope for his safe return. Last week we got a call from a neighbor asking if we had a black cat--she'd found one dead on the road below our neighborhood. I went down to check it out, only to find that it wasn't Percy. It was, however, one of our neighbor's cats.

But tonight, right after House Party ended Kim got a call from our daughter Lilly with the good news. He was covered in mud, stinky, and skinny. Kim gave him a pretty good bath, and he ate a bunch.

I'm not really a cat fan, but what breaks the hearts of my kids also breaks mine.

We won't be killing the fattened calf, but we're celebrating just the same!