Two years ago this week my sweet cat disappeared. He went out when my father went to get the paper even though to this day he swears it did not happen. For those of you who followed my AOL journal you know he was found five days later underneath my neighbor's deck. We were ecstatic.
This morning at 7 AM I knew he was on my blanket. I fell asleep on the recliner and woke up at 7 am and he moved because I repositioned. I went back to sleep and when I awoke he was gone. He did not bulldoze the door down when I was in the shower like he does every morning. He was no where to be found. My first thoughts were that my father had went out to get the paper and oh mercy he ran out. This would be out of character though since he went out two years ago he stays clear of the door unless a stray is out there. There is a new stray out there now too, a real ugly one .( Side note my other strays have disappeared the last as recently as Sunday and I miss him because he was adorable. I lose one I gain one, they know where to come for food, God must send them)
We tore apart the house looking in every nook and cranny this cat could go. No cat. I have been to every room like I did two years ago, no cat. I am shaking his treats and calling his name for almost an hour, no cat. My dad has been in the garage, no cat. I go outside, there is a cat, not my cat, it is the ugly stray. I go back in totally distraught. I go back through the house again, no cat. I go back in the garage and sit there for a few minutes and shake his treats and lo and behold he comes out from the Christmas tree. He had evidently snuck out when my father went out there to get some clothes out of the dryer. Needless to say I was very delighted to find him and he was very delighted to be found.
Glad he was found but next October he is going on a leash.