Perhaps Little Cow found that the grass wasn’t really greener on the other side of the pasture fence. Perhaps Little Cow became lonely and missed me. Perhaps Little Cow heard that I’d found a new little cow companion and jealously decided to break up a cozy twosome.

Perhaps I finally got caught up on my laundry and found Little Cow in a pair of jeans buried at the bottom of the laundry basket.

Which do you think is the correct answer?

I’m just glad that Little Cow is home. My mini-herd of mini-cows is posing here in front of a clump of daylilies that just started blooming. They both look pleased, don’t you think?

Moo Cow (#1 Son’s cat, that is) is sulking because I didn’t believe she was innocent.

No, you are not allowed to go back into PI history to see how long it’s been since Little Cow went missing and thus figure out how far behind I was on my laundry. Let’s just say that, while I am not going naked into the world every morning, it’s maybe been a little while since I’ve seen the actual bottom of that basket. Let’s just leave it at that.