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Lost: One Cat..oh wait...nevermind
Apr. 14th, 2008 11:03 pmMy usual Monday night ritual of voting for Dancing with the Stars was interrupted by a brief search for one of my felines.
For those of you playing the home game, only one of my cats goes outside. Pete is fearless (or as I say, too dumb to be scared), so she's not allowed to go out of the "yard" (which actually is our yard plus the neighbors' on each side of us) and she's not supposed to be out after dark. However, there are times when Dad and I forget Pete is outside and she gets accidentally left out after sunset.
Tonight, I come in to do my voting and Carrie's prattling on about something (goes to show how well I was paying attention...I'd make somebody a good husband) while she does the dishes and then suddenly asks if I'd seen Pete lately.
I hadn't and figured she was probably sleeping somewhere. We did a quick search of her favorite sleeping spots and couldn't find her. Dad gets involved (it was hard for him not to with us trapsing all over the house looking for one damn cat with the other two following us) and figures she's been left outside. He goes outside to call for her. When she doesn't come right away (she always comes running when Dad whistles), I search the bathroom again. Carrie looks in my room.
Dad's getting cranky, Carrie's getting frantic, and I've become convinced that Carrie's theory about Narnia existing somewhere in my house and the cats keep going there is actually true.
I come out of the bathroom and there's Pete coming into the kitchen, followed by Carrie. She was asleep in my closet (which she's not supposed to be in). Carrie said she was looking under the bed, glanced over, and there was an eyeball looking out of the crack in the closet door at her. She'd gone in there to sleep, I shut the door not knowing she was in there, and she couldn't get out. Carrie said she was just sitting there, completely calm, looking at her like, "Hello! I hear you calling me. I cannot get out. I am just little. That's why I have you to do things for me, hairless biped."
So case of the missing Pete solved.
Carrie said that was her excitement for the night. I told her long ago that it's never dull here. Cats going to Narnia, Dad dusting with the leaf blower, aliens cutting the power for an invasion. There's always something going on around here.
For those of you playing the home game, only one of my cats goes outside. Pete is fearless (or as I say, too dumb to be scared), so she's not allowed to go out of the "yard" (which actually is our yard plus the neighbors' on each side of us) and she's not supposed to be out after dark. However, there are times when Dad and I forget Pete is outside and she gets accidentally left out after sunset.
Tonight, I come in to do my voting and Carrie's prattling on about something (goes to show how well I was paying attention...I'd make somebody a good husband) while she does the dishes and then suddenly asks if I'd seen Pete lately.
I hadn't and figured she was probably sleeping somewhere. We did a quick search of her favorite sleeping spots and couldn't find her. Dad gets involved (it was hard for him not to with us trapsing all over the house looking for one damn cat with the other two following us) and figures she's been left outside. He goes outside to call for her. When she doesn't come right away (she always comes running when Dad whistles), I search the bathroom again. Carrie looks in my room.
Dad's getting cranky, Carrie's getting frantic, and I've become convinced that Carrie's theory about Narnia existing somewhere in my house and the cats keep going there is actually true.
I come out of the bathroom and there's Pete coming into the kitchen, followed by Carrie. She was asleep in my closet (which she's not supposed to be in). Carrie said she was looking under the bed, glanced over, and there was an eyeball looking out of the crack in the closet door at her. She'd gone in there to sleep, I shut the door not knowing she was in there, and she couldn't get out. Carrie said she was just sitting there, completely calm, looking at her like, "Hello! I hear you calling me. I cannot get out. I am just little. That's why I have you to do things for me, hairless biped."
So case of the missing Pete solved.
Carrie said that was her excitement for the night. I told her long ago that it's never dull here. Cats going to Narnia, Dad dusting with the leaf blower, aliens cutting the power for an invasion. There's always something going on around here.
