Meet the neighbors

Good morning, from a foggy Coos Bay/North Bend, Oregon.  I found out that the city boundary literally is the property line of my back fence, which is kinda funny to me for some reason.  

When I had talked for all those years of retiring to the coast, I was thinking more of the Newport area, which is about two hours north of where I live.  As things would work out, though, circumstances and the Holy Spirit's lead brought me here.  A friend asked me about that a couple of days ago; how I knew it was God leading me here and that's how I explained it to him.  Not only did God lead me here, He picked the house!  I looked at this home several times online and wasn't interested.  I bought it on the sole recommendation of my realtor who told me how fantastic it was.

I'm thrilled to be here.

I'm not so sure my neighbors to the south share that feeling.

I met the lady last night.  You see, Jerry ran off.  He got stuck in their back yard, and he got scared.  I asked the lady if I could come in and just open the gate to her yard because I could hear Jerry meowing there.  My first clue that he was there was that their dog was barking and I figured he had to have something to bark at.  I was right.  Anyway, she was nice about it once she realized what was going on and put her dog away.  Jerry got scared by her, ran into some tall bushes in her house, and wouldn't come out.

Until he did.

I left the garage door open a crack and about an hour after giving up chasing him and some serious prayers to the One who could help me get my cat back, he showed up at the back door.  How he got over the fence each time, I do not know.  I do know he's officially grounded from outside.

I would have much rather met the neighbors under other circumstances, but it is what it is and it ended well.  Their names are Ed and Abby.  

A Utah boy should be able to remember those names with no problems.