This week, I've been staying with my daughter while her husband is out of town. I've helped with laundry, dishes, cooking, whatever I could to make myself useful. But that means nothing considering I lost their youngest cat, Charlie. Because I suffer for the ill effects of heat waves, I try to get a bit of a breeze and fresh air by opening the sliding glass doors. After a quick shower, I notice the screen is slightly open. Charlie is on the patio. Oh crap! Just as I step outside, the neighbor's dog comes barreling around the corner. The combination of the dog and I'm sure my hair still wrapped in a turban towel, Charlie jumps 6 feet into the air and takes off. Now, I'm 54...I don't jump fences or railings, heck, I don't run! Charlie escapes and I am up a creek. After getting the food and cup, I try to mimic the sounds of "dinner time" chow bell, but Charlie is not buying this scheme. Having to break down, I called my daughter to tell her what I