Our cat Chango stayed out all Saturday night and we did not see him all day Sunday. When we hear the coyotes calling and whining we always want to know precisely where our pets are. So, needless to say we were feeling anxious. William especially aches when we can't call the cats in. We made several searches for him, and kept porch lights on hoping to attract our sleek gopher hunter.
In the meantime, we needed trivial distractions from our anxieties, so I lit our first Autumn fire, and popped popcorn. We brought mattresses, pillows and quilts to the living room and watched one of our favorite October traditions: Meet Me In St. Louis. The last time we saw this movie was almost a year ago, when we suddenly found ourselves snowed in and remotely stranded in Custer State Park, South Dakota. Margaret OBrien makes this movie (based on true stories) a gem. And we feel a special connection to the musical numbers; some of which were written by an old neighbor of ours, Mr. Martin. And best of all are the Halloween scenes. Vincente Minnelli's film served as a nostalgic escape from the tragedies of WWII. We watched the movie with a keen awareness that the events depicted in the film were from 100 years ago, and for us it served as a welcome break from our anxieties. Geoff worked all night, but Chango came home before the Trolley scene.
Here is our Chango.
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