Lost Cats Series LbNA #11749
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Add Location| Owner: | Indigo Vulture  |
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| Plant date: | Oct 23, 2004 |
| Location: | |
| City: | Perkasie |
| County: | Bucks |
| State: | Pennsylvania |
| Boxes: | 3 |
| Found by: | treasurehonas |
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| Last found: | Mar 27, 2011 |
| Status: | FFFFFFFFaaFaFaF |
| Last edited: | Oct 23, 2004 |
Difficulty: Mostly easy.
Terrain: Easy, just a little mud to walk around if it's rained lately.
Time: 45-90 minutes.
(This park does get a lot of traffic at times. Please be discreet, especially with boxes two and three.)
NOTE: Box 3, "Beaker," is missing.
I woke up this morning, and walked downstairs to feed our three cats. As I spooned the food into their dishes, I was surprised not to hear their purrs, or see their crazy tails. I looked up, and noticed the back door was open. Oh, no! Could they have escaped? Just then, the phone rang. I answered it. “Hello,” said the voice on the line. “Do you have three cats? I saw three cats down in Lenape Park.” Lenape Park? That wonderful park with so many things to do? That park that straddles the boroughs of Perkasie and Sellersville in upper Bucks county? I couldn’t believe they wandered all the way down there. Well, I couldn’t leave them out there on their own, so I grabbed our cat carrier (wondering how to fit three of them in there without mass destruction), and got in the car.
I wondered which of the entrances to go to. I decided the best place to start would be the skate park entrance at the traffic light on Constitution Ave. in Perkasie (also known as Park Ave. in neighboring Sellersville). It’s the one right across the street from Perkasie Square shopping center. I parked in the lot, as close to the skate park as I could. I started walking where it told me not to enter, towards the twin bridges, and then turned left to stay on the paved path paralleling the creek.
I walked past where the skating pond is in winter (there are always signs there talking about risk), and continued past the huge mulch piles. The path turned into a dirt trail as I walked past a green fence square. When the trail split, I continued straight. I walked past a raised manhole, and then the trail narrowed. I could hear faint cries in the distance…they sounded like a cat. I must be on the right track. The trail came to a Y, and I pulled out my compass. I remembered that 170 is my little black cat’s favorite number, so I followed that bearing. After walking about 23 paces, I turned left to see a dead tree lying on the ground; the tree had two prongs. I looked underneath where the prongs meet, and found little WILLOW there.
Willow was very happy to see me. “Where are the others?” I asked her. She ran in front of me, leading me back the way I came. (I guess I won’t need that carrier for her!) We continued walking along the creek, until we saw the Twin Bridges ahead on our left. Willow quickly jumped onto the bridge, and crossed both bridges. I followed her across, and then followed her as she turned left onto the path on the other side of the creek. Very shortly, she darted off to the right, and ran up a brick drain of some sort. (Of course, I thought, my big white and black cat loves bricks!) I didn’t follow her up the drain, but I saw just a few paces ahead on the right a trail heading uphill that would meet her. I walked about 14 paces past the bricks, until Willow started sniffing at the roots of a huge tree on the right. I looked about ten feet down the tree on the left, and there was ESCHER, under the tree, sniffing around for truffles.
NOTE: Box 3 is no more. I leave the clues here as an historical artifact.
Escher jumped up on my shoulders, and we headed back down the hill to the main path. “Which way to your other friend?” I asked both of them. Escher leaned heavily on my right shoulder. Okay, right it is. We continued west along the creek. We passed another “drain” on the right, this one made of rock. We passed another green fence square on the left. I looked across the creek. That’s where I found Willow, I think! We continued until the path forked in front of a baseball field. “Which way?” I whispered to Escher. He leaned on my left shoulder. Okay, left. We follow this path as it wound around. We passed some chin-up bars on the left, and then came upon an inclined beam on the right. Immediately Escher dug his claws into my shoulder. I stopped sharp. “Ow! What did you do that for?” I saw Willow dart off the path, onto a foot-stomped trail that went to a dam-bridge. I pulled out my compass again. Of course, the calico’s favorite number, 210. We all crossed the dam-bridge, and continued into the grassy area. We stopped at the sliding board, and I let the cats play on it. While they did, I stood at the foot of the sliding board, and played around with my compass. Hmm…at 10 degrees is a really interesting V-shaped tree. What a good hiding spot that would be. I walked over, peeked in a big hole in the bottom, and there found little BEAKER. She ran out, and started playing on the sliding board with the others.
Thank goodness my cats are safe.
Terrain: Easy, just a little mud to walk around if it's rained lately.
Time: 45-90 minutes.
(This park does get a lot of traffic at times. Please be discreet, especially with boxes two and three.)
NOTE: Box 3, "Beaker," is missing.
I woke up this morning, and walked downstairs to feed our three cats. As I spooned the food into their dishes, I was surprised not to hear their purrs, or see their crazy tails. I looked up, and noticed the back door was open. Oh, no! Could they have escaped? Just then, the phone rang. I answered it. “Hello,” said the voice on the line. “Do you have three cats? I saw three cats down in Lenape Park.” Lenape Park? That wonderful park with so many things to do? That park that straddles the boroughs of Perkasie and Sellersville in upper Bucks county? I couldn’t believe they wandered all the way down there. Well, I couldn’t leave them out there on their own, so I grabbed our cat carrier (wondering how to fit three of them in there without mass destruction), and got in the car.
I wondered which of the entrances to go to. I decided the best place to start would be the skate park entrance at the traffic light on Constitution Ave. in Perkasie (also known as Park Ave. in neighboring Sellersville). It’s the one right across the street from Perkasie Square shopping center. I parked in the lot, as close to the skate park as I could. I started walking where it told me not to enter, towards the twin bridges, and then turned left to stay on the paved path paralleling the creek.
I walked past where the skating pond is in winter (there are always signs there talking about risk), and continued past the huge mulch piles. The path turned into a dirt trail as I walked past a green fence square. When the trail split, I continued straight. I walked past a raised manhole, and then the trail narrowed. I could hear faint cries in the distance…they sounded like a cat. I must be on the right track. The trail came to a Y, and I pulled out my compass. I remembered that 170 is my little black cat’s favorite number, so I followed that bearing. After walking about 23 paces, I turned left to see a dead tree lying on the ground; the tree had two prongs. I looked underneath where the prongs meet, and found little WILLOW there.
Willow was very happy to see me. “Where are the others?” I asked her. She ran in front of me, leading me back the way I came. (I guess I won’t need that carrier for her!) We continued walking along the creek, until we saw the Twin Bridges ahead on our left. Willow quickly jumped onto the bridge, and crossed both bridges. I followed her across, and then followed her as she turned left onto the path on the other side of the creek. Very shortly, she darted off to the right, and ran up a brick drain of some sort. (Of course, I thought, my big white and black cat loves bricks!) I didn’t follow her up the drain, but I saw just a few paces ahead on the right a trail heading uphill that would meet her. I walked about 14 paces past the bricks, until Willow started sniffing at the roots of a huge tree on the right. I looked about ten feet down the tree on the left, and there was ESCHER, under the tree, sniffing around for truffles.
NOTE: Box 3 is no more. I leave the clues here as an historical artifact.
Escher jumped up on my shoulders, and we headed back down the hill to the main path. “Which way to your other friend?” I asked both of them. Escher leaned heavily on my right shoulder. Okay, right it is. We continued west along the creek. We passed another “drain” on the right, this one made of rock. We passed another green fence square on the left. I looked across the creek. That’s where I found Willow, I think! We continued until the path forked in front of a baseball field. “Which way?” I whispered to Escher. He leaned on my left shoulder. Okay, left. We follow this path as it wound around. We passed some chin-up bars on the left, and then came upon an inclined beam on the right. Immediately Escher dug his claws into my shoulder. I stopped sharp. “Ow! What did you do that for?” I saw Willow dart off the path, onto a foot-stomped trail that went to a dam-bridge. I pulled out my compass again. Of course, the calico’s favorite number, 210. We all crossed the dam-bridge, and continued into the grassy area. We stopped at the sliding board, and I let the cats play on it. While they did, I stood at the foot of the sliding board, and played around with my compass. Hmm…at 10 degrees is a really interesting V-shaped tree. What a good hiding spot that would be. I walked over, peeked in a big hole in the bottom, and there found little BEAKER. She ran out, and started playing on the sliding board with the others.
Thank goodness my cats are safe.