Sweat and cats

[jeriendhal]

Soooo... Maxx decided to go missing yesterday afternoon. In the evening I realized we hadn't seen him since Steve had left to pick up his mother. A top to bottom search of the house failed to turn him up, so around 9:30 pm I make a circuit of the nieghborhood shining a flashlight into all the bushes. What was worse is that he was overdue for insulin shock, so I had visions in my head of him staggering along to either get shmushed by a car or made into fox bait.

1:30 am Tracy finally comes to bed, still worried about Max. I can't sleep after she inadvertantly wakes me up, so I make more pass through Steve's roo, hauling out boxs from under his bed that I "know" Maxx couldn't possibly hide behind...

The furry little sh*t had been there since noon... (grr)

So I give up on sleep at that point and give him his shot in the morning. Which means by the time I get to work I've had a grand total of 4 hours of sleep. Only to make the discoverey that two of my building's four A/C units conked out over the weekend. Needless to say I've been drinking a LOT of caffinated soda today.

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[kk1raven.livejournal.com]

I lost a cat for many hours once. When I eventually found her, she was behind the little silverware drawer in the kitchen cabinet. She must have squeezed into the drawer, then over the back of the drawer and into the space behind it. I have no idea how she managed to fit there. That was the day I learned to never make any assumptions about where cats could fit. Now I look in all places, including those where cats couldn't possibly fit when one is missing.

[jeriendhal.livejournal.com]

Ah, assumptions on cat flexibility. They'll kill you all time. :)