It’s 12:30 and I’m sitting here in the silence of my sleeping house, listening for the slightest sound that may tell me where my cats are.
I picked them up from the vet this morning. They were fixed yesterday, so I’ve been urging everybody to leave them alone and give them quiet time. Now I can’t find them, and it’s been hours since anybody saw them and I want to check their sutures…
I’ve totally tossed every room in the house. I looked in the secretest secret sleeping spot behind the wicker rocker in my bedroom. I’ve checked both of the boys’ rooms twice, and the tall kid’s a light sleeper and a wee bit ticked off at me. I ripped apart my den and checked in the very dark recesses of under-the-futon. I tossed the train room thoroughly—twice—because the short kid’s not allowed in there, so they occasionally take refuge there. I’ve done all the things that make them come and visit me. I even have my fleecy blanket out, because they both knit so enthusiastically in it that they’ll steal it away and we have to have a tug-of-war.
And I know that if I lay…or lie…down on this couch and close my eyes, they’ll come out, but I can’t bring myself to do it. So I’m listening for them…
This is just one more reason I’ve always wanted a King Shepherd. Pretty freakin’ hard to hide one of them.
Update: 2:00—I’m so tired, but I’m worried about my lil wounded pets.
6:25—Oh look, there’s my cats. Sitting in the middle of the floor staring at me. So far they’re refusing to tell me where they were.
I did, even though it’s in the basement and nobody’s been down there. So it’s 1:30 and I’m still looking and listening.
One of them actually snores, so I’ve been trying to be really, really quiet, but so far no dice.
I’m going to just hope they managed to sneak into one of the boys’ bedrooms and burrow so deep into the closet the flashlight beam coudn’t find them.
Did you check behind the dryer? We had a cat disappear. She gave birth to her kittens behind ours. (it was a nice warm spot and no one could get to her). The little “meows” finally gave her hiding spot away.
I hope you find your cats soon, Shannon.
I’m glad they’re okay, sweeting. I have 100% faith in cats ability to heal, given the right care and conditions. THey’re amazing creatures. Our cats’ favourites are in the wardrobe, in a box under the bed, behind the TV, on the windowsills and in the linen basket.
They were just punishing you for having the gall to take them to the vets for that UNDIGNIFIED procedure (howdareyou!)
Every one of mine has sulked for at least a day post-snippy-op, then it’s all love and snuggles again.
It’s unbelievable how a cat can disappear inside and then reappear later, without an outside door ever opening or closing. I think they know how to climb into alternate dimensions. :nod:
Glad yours are healing up well!
I have done that only it could have been so much worse! I have three cats. One adventurous little &%$# sneaks outside. He snuck into the trunk of the car while we were unloading groceries. The other two cats were mrowing for an hour before I realized one was missing. Fortunately it was night and cool and I don’t go to bed until all living creatures under my care are accounted for … I searched for another half hour before I found him. He got Tuna for dinner.
Glad yours are OK.
Oh, the cat we had before these two heathen got out the first night we had her, and I walked the neighborhood for hours. I sat on the porch, calling her, and she finally showed up in the wee hours.
Yes, the nightly head count is a must. (And I discovered they were hiding under the husband’s dresser—I really didn’t think they’d fit under there anymore so I never looked.)