The abduction of Oxbow, Part 1

Today is the two-week anniversary of a life-changing event for me. I would have written about it sooner, but it’s taken me that long to process what happened and to be honest, I’m still not really sure exactly what happened! Some of you have probably had such moments, when life seemed to be chugging along in its usual fashion, and then suddenly it was changed forever, whether through a chance meeting with the person who would become your spouse, or the purchase of a winning lottery ticket, or, as in my case, an abduction! Don’t worry, this isn’t going to be some far-fetched story about being beamed up into a spaceship and probed, although it does involve some sort of flying machine.

Anyway, so there I was that Sunday afternoon at my bowl containing my dry food, or as Those Two like to call it, my “crunchies.” I was happily eating, without a care in the world, when suddenly I was scooped up from behind and stuffed into some kind of container. I’ve been in containers before, but this one was different. It was a little plusher than the others, but also smaller. It also had more mesh windows, so after I turned around, I could see Mama C grinning at me maniacally. Well maybe she wasn’t really maniacal, but she appeared that way to me, and as they say, perception is reality.

Soon I was in the car, on the way to somewhere that was a much longer drive than any I’ve experienced before. I cried the whole way, of course, but little did I know the adventure was only just beginning!

In hindsight, I knew something was going on long before I was snatched from my food dish. Furniture had been disappearing from the house for weeks, photos and prints had been taken off the walls, and finally, my favorite duvet cover had been stripped from the bed. I felt lost!