Came home from gymnastics last night and proceeded to do the mandatory reading with the Bits whilst trying to get Oreo (this is the selected name, although in retrospect, it really should have been Little Tramp, given the crazy-assed black spots on his nose/snout which look like Charlie Chaplin’s moustache) to settle in as he had done the night before.
We finished (or rather, I got tired) and I proceeded to try to find aformentioned pusser-beast to put them both to bed.
In order to make a long story short, I will recap it as follows: two hours of insane, frantic searching turning up…nothing.
Bless the Bits for not being nearly as heartbroken as we were the hour after bringing Shadow (which, thank goodness, Mr. Boo is not Quite as literal, seeing as how he immediately shot down the Bits’ suggestion of ‘Blackie’.) home, he disappeared and I was sure that he had snuck outside and we would never see him again. Luckily, I was downstairs in the midst of a hormonal breakdown and suddenly heard the vocal stirings and found the cat stuck behind the washer. Damn cat.
I had assumed, since we had checked what I thought was every square inch of the house (especially as the kitten never seems to disappear), that he had managed to get into the storage room and my non-drug-induced wild imagination then proceeded to having him claw his way Up through dryer venting and then somehow managing to escape into the night. I even followed tracks from the vent outside around the side of the house where they were then lost in a maze of squirrel/bunny/critter tracks from the rest of the winter. By my fifth trip outside, I did manage to ascertain that there was no getting into (or out of) the house via this trail, as there was a wire netting covering the hole, therby fueling the version in my head of the kitten Stuck in the venting which lead to a smaller tube before hitting that vent cover. After poking on the venting for ages, I moved onto the fact that Shadow had become like Lassie and was trying to show me where the kitten may have faltered and was helplessly trapped. There was a hole here and a spot where the drywall didn’t go all the way up to the ceiling there and I finally went to bed with the Ba and Mr. Boo assuring me he would show up and be just fine in the morning.
I only got up two more times after hallucinating that I heard cat cries (Seriously. I need to start writing thrillers or stop watching movies, as my thought processes are So cliche’.) And then fell into a restless sleep.
Until two hours later, when the Ba informed me that the damn kitten was right there and, sure enough, he proceeded to snuggle up next to me and by my pillow for the rest of the night.
Apparently, I am going to need to install those nursery/nanny cams all over the house so I can figure out the soopr-sekret hiding spots of damn cats.
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ps–Glad I’m getting the majority of neuroses out on animals, as opposed to say, worrying endlessly and insanely about the urchins. Ahem.
