Did Timmy fall into the well again?

I was just dreaming of a race - I wasn't in it but I was there with my camera and there were teams wearing shirts/uniforms that matched their cars. Not just like blue shirts and blue cars but like 8 people dressed in Incredible shirts and their cars were all crazy shaped but matched their shirts. Other things were happening, too odd to try to explain, you know how dreams can be?!

I was brought to consciousness by a sort of moaning/growling noise. I wasn't sure where it was coming from. Our windows were all open so maybe it was outside, of course I could still be dreaming...but I kept hearing it. The more I woke up the more I was able to recognize the sound.

A cat. It was like a low guttural growl. Not a sound you would hear in fear or in a fight but one you might hear if they were hurt or hording a mouse, bird or other fine treasure. I jumped up, afraid of the worst (my stomach & head would have to catch up with me later). The sound seemed like it was coming from outside my bedroom window. Crap! Please don't let one of my cats be dying out there! The cars go so stinkin' fast. Already lost Zeke. I looked out the window but saw nothing - so I headed for the front door....but as I'm walking I hear the sound again and then Grizabella appears from the other end of the hallway and she's got something in her mouth! Oh please don't let it be a live catch! She walks to me and lays her catch at my feet and as my eyes focus, I realize (to my relief) that it's not a poor mouse, moth, bird or even something from our neighbors trash but instead it is a cat collar.

Dread hits as I pick it up. I know whose it is before reading the tag. Please NO! Without a second thought I'm out the door on the front lawn wearing a blue night gown, watching the cars go by, looking for a lump of fur - Thank God I don't see one. Grizabella is still by my side, it's almost like she's guiding me - Hey! Haven't I seen this on TV before? The name Lassie comes to mind.....Grizz walks a step.....comes back and rubs against my legs.....walks a couple steps.....rubs my legs......steps.....rubs.....steps......rubs. Does this really happen? Could she be trying to tell me something? Does she know where Josiah is? Is Josiah in the well?

I follow her back into the house and to the back door/sliding door. Dread again. The thoughts of finding my cat injured or dead are beginning to choke me. My body is tense and heating up, heart is pounding faster, what happened to all the air? I call out, "Josiah, here kitty kitty" but get nothing. I scan the yard - dang, I wish we'd mowed! There's movement near the swing set. Could it be? I think so but why is he acting funny? Grizz is standing with me, quiet and still. I call again, "Josiah!" His head turned towards me - a small wave of relief but he's still acting funny. Is he all right? Is he hurt? Can he walk? I have to get closer, the stupid "grass" hurts my bare feet but I have to know.....I get closer.....Josiah pounces on something. Relief floods my body. He's okay! He was stalking a bug. I kneel down as to not disturb his game but he gives up the bug and runs to me. I scoop him up and slip his collar back on, givin' him some love. Then we all went back in the house.

Thanks Grizzabella. I'm not sure what your motive was - helping or tattling - but I'm so glad you're all safe!