Today is Moxie's yearly appointment with the vet. Being a farm cat she is not always close to the house, so when I saw her hanging out with the dogs, I quickly put on my boots and jacket and went out to grab her and put her into a crate. Except when I went outside the cat was gone. The dogs were still playing where I saw them one minute ago. The cat - vanished!
Walking around the yard I called for her. Nothing. Into the corrals and shelter system I go, still calling, nothing. Giving up and prepared to go into the house, I fish Reba's dish out of her house and fill it with dog food. While doing this I notice the dastardly sheep eating Roxy's hay, so with Reba at my side I head back into the corrals to drive them away. And low and behold, there's the cat doing her business in one of the shelters out of the blowing snow.
I patiently wait, grab her and put her into her jail. Where she was the whole minute earlier I have no idea, but I have her now, ready for her yearly trip.
Pictured: Moxie looking in the deck doors.