Scott was a very nice person and felt awful that he couldn't find my ring. He said, "I really wanted to be able to hand it to you. Will you call me if you find it?" Of course I will.
For some strange reason I actually felt better. My sister came over from Port Angeles and we looked all over the upstairs of the house. Both of my sisters thought I should take Luna for an xray but I honestly didn't think she could swallow that ring. It's a cluster of diamonds and it would be just too big. She'd be one sick kitty and she's been actively playing with Winston all day...looks quite healthy to me.
Just a few minutes ago the homeowners called to let me know they'll be back Wednesday, for sure. I filled them in on all of the comings and going around here. All creatures great and small are fat and happy. I ordered and had delivered two more bags of sheep food and a bale of alfalfa. One chicken died (a neighbor put it in the garbage for me) and I'm becoming quite the farmerlady or whatever the term is (Bag Lady...what's the word I'm looking for?)
Naughty Luna playing with a feather
Then I mentioned the ring episode. They were so, so, so sorry. They said that Luna loves rings. She thinks they're pretty and she will carry one around and put it someplace.
I now have hopes that it will be found. I'm going hunting, again, when I post this. If I don't find it, I'm pretty sure they will.
Stay tuned.


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