My brother asked me to host Easter this year. 20+ people here on Sunday means prep needs to start now.
First up, extend antique dining room table.
Secondly, look down into hollow pedestal just for the heck of it.
Spy sweet little Panda looking up at me. Wait about 15 seconds, just staring at him without making a noise.
Grab Larry. Show him our own EASTER MIRACLE OF THE RISEN PANDA!!!
Call Ella in. Grab camera again because this is how I live my life.
Joy. Disbelief. More joy. More disbelief.
Smelling him. Feeling him. Smelling him again.
She quickly decided he needed a bath as he smelled like 'the old dining room table'. She was right - he did.
At 10:12pm, she is nestled in bed with Panda #1 and Panda #2 trying really hard to sort out her love for the old and the new.
We will be sure to give Uncle Greg an extra squeeze on Easter morning for playing his part in our Easter Miracle.
Oh, and as for HOW ON EARTH DID HE GET IN THERE? I'm still not 100%. Anyone could slip their hand under the table and into the opening to drop something in. The table mechanism was locked and I never, ever lock it which tells me other hands were under there. (Thomas is good but he's not that good.) And yes, it is somewhat feasible one of the cats (translation: Thomas) could have picked him up and taken him in there.
He was MIA for 49 days today. Oh Panda...welcome back.
~H
Well, we knew it was going to be a good story when Panda finally showed back up! Yay for happy surprises!
ReplyDeleteThere must be a story in here someplace. If only cats could(or whoever) talk.
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