"History....come here, where ARE you?", I nervously called when he didn't run to meet me at the door. How did he do that? A forgotten window? Maybe he learned how to open the door?  If you're wondering what I mean by 'how', it's that I'm scratching my head wondering how History had gotten out while I was to work.

I admit I hadn't noticed at first. He'd manage to get himself back before I would get home.  Mrs. Everson mentioned on a couple of occasions that she'd seen him, perplexed as to why I didn't keep him in the house.  I thought she was just being a dotty old lady, and that was what dotty old ladies did.  Sorry, I'm just feeling a little dotty myself right now...with worry.

Where is that crazy cat?

I hadn't even taken my coat off. No time to, really.  I scoured the neighborhood, much to the chagrin of my neighbors who probably thinking I was a little off my rocker, calling 'History, come here baby' and poking in their bushes.  But then there was the sound...

Little sounds actually, coming from the Jacobson's yard.  And there was History, running straight for Lulu's (the Jacobson's boxer mix) doghouse!  "HISTORY!  Get AWAY from there!", I cried, running over, expecting my cat to be Lulu's unexpected late-night snack.  What happened next shocked me...

Cuddled next to History in the doghouse was Lulu, who was also cuddled up with another cat. A MAMA cat, and five newborn kittens - four which were RINGERS for History!  History was a PAPA! 

 Mama hissed and Lulu growled at me a little for the abrupt intrusion but History saved the day. He gave both Mama and Lulu a gentle nudge with his head, as if to tell them I meant no harm.  And so I learned that History really CAN repeat himself....

Now there's only one question: how did Lulu get in the middle of all this, anyway?