Today we decided to go out for lunch. It was a crisp late summer day, cloudy with a hint of rain. The future farmers, on hearing they were about to partake of their favorite Mexican cuisine, raced for the car. I grabbed my purse, locked the backdoor, and gave Barkley a pat on his head as I went out the front door.
The kids were standing outside the car. "Get in," I called. "We can't," they answered. It was then that I had an awful feeling. They did not have the keys. I did not have the keys. Barkley was guarding the house and car keys, from inside the house!
We walked around and around the house. It was locked up tight. Alex contemplated trying to go through his bedroom window by climbing on the roof, but we decided we like his limbs in one piece.
Ari called to Dusty Cat to open the door, but while this talented feline can open all our interior doors, including food cupboards, she was unable to master the front or back door locks.
Anni was happy to be outside and announced that she was starving. Anni is always starving! So we set off in search of lunch.
We walked the 1/2 mile down to the restaurant for lunch. It was delicious! Then we called David, had a coffee, and began the 1/2 mile walk home. It rained most of the way. David wasn't there when we got there; so we weeded the overgrown front garden beds for awhile, in the rain.
From now on, we'll have a keys caller BEFORE we lock the door. (Secondary motto of the story: never trust a persnickety cat to open the door for you.)
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