A Cat's Tale
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la_rainetterainette: what does the rabbit eat?
Tadpole: Carrots!
rainette: does he eat lallydions, too?
Tadpole *laughs* No, that's the dinosaur.
The day she watches Jurassic Park, she's in for one hell of a shock.
In other news, I had *clears throat* A Dream.
I dreamed that someone was telling me that the pulp of the thumb is a very erogenous zone, and was demonstrating his theory by stroking my thumb langorously, and I was about to swoon in extasy, with all of my clothes still on, which is a good thing, cos I can't remember who he was but he certainly wasn't my Husband. *facepalms*
I almost didn't mention that at all, and then I thought about the many people who happily post pr0n and thought, what the heck. It's only hand!sex without even any wanking, so it's rather harmless, isn't it?
And here what's my insane cat has been up to.
We were quietly watching TV Tuesday evening -- waiting for an update on the election results -- when Husband suddenly exclaimed: "when was the last time you saw the cat?"
Unfortunately, the answer came up as: "two days ago but I'm not sure". *ahem*
See, we have a strictly indoor cat with an attitude and no patience with humans. She loves me, tolerates everyone else, eats whenever she feels the need to eat (she loves dry food, and eats exactly what she needs, nothing more, so I just check her bowl periodically and fill it when needed, but she has no Meal Time), and comes see us when she wants a cuddle. So we don't keep track of her appearances.
This time, it turned out we should have.
Since it appeared that whoever was counting the votes didn't seem to be in a hurry and the elections were going nowhere slowly (at the time), we started searching the house methodically. We went through all her hiding places: zilch. We tried to locate other logical places where she might want to hide: nada. We tried to think Cats' Hiding Thoughts. Still nothing. We called, inside and outside (in the off-chance she might have escaped). Now, let me tell you that when you stand in your backyard at 2:00 am on election day and call "Lafayette! Lafayette!", people do automatically assume that you must have gone nuts.
We gave up after 3 hours of intensive searching (it was 2:30 am, we still didn't know who was President of the United States and we had No Cat.) The next day, I started all over with a flashlight, for we have a semi-finished basement with many hiding places.
Still nothing.
I mentioned it to Helpful Friends, who sympathized and shared their worst pet memories with me: the cat who hid for hours and hours before being found by his owners and having to be put to sleep for he had a brain tumor; the cat who fell inside a wall, in a semi-finished basement like ours, and had to be rescued by sawing through the wall. My cat is old, and she hides when in pain, like all cats do, and no amount of calling will make her come out. She's declawed, too, and had never hunted anything bigger than a grasshopper, and would be racoon food, or pureed all over the street if she ever went out, which she isn't allowed to anyway.
Husband still mentioned her disappearance to the Humane Society, just in case.
And I kept searching the house.
And yesterday evening, as we drove back from Froglet's music class, I told her that the cat might be dead.
Froglet *sniffles*
rainette: it happens, you know. I am sad, too.
Froglet: I miss the cat.
raineete *with ruthless honesty* You hadn't even noticed she wasn't there.
Froglet *sniffles and sulks and sticks her tongue out into the face of ruthless honesty*
Ruthless Honesty *walks off in a huff*
And then I parked the car in front of the house. And out of the shadow came the cat, famished, pissed off, dirty, her fur full of branches and leaves, but otherwise fine. Absolutely fine.
She ran in, made a beeline to her food bowl which she nearly emptied stright away (something that had never happened before), purred apologetically at me, hissed happily at Husband ("See, I missed you, too! I haven't forgotten you!"), sat and groomed herself at her Favourite Spot (where Tadpole can see her, but not touch her: "la-la-la-la-la, you ca-an't catch me") and registered only mild surprise when I didn't grab her unceremoniously to plonk her down into Tadpole's waiting arms.
And now she is curled up on the answering machine, with her butt touching the keyboard (I have to push her away to get to the Esc key), and I am not pushing her away, cos I am SO HAPPY TO HAVE HER BACK!!!
Husband: Good thing she's back, cos I'm not sure the Humane Society is that efficient, you know.
rainette: Why?
Husband: Well, they have this page with descriptions of pets they've found, and matching photos...
rainette: Yes?
Husband: ... and they described this cat, you know, female, black, neutered, long-haired...
rainette: Uhuh?
Husband: ... and next to it they posted what appeared to be the picture of a small, grey, long-eared...
rainette: YES?
Husband: ... rabbit.
rainette and Husband *look at each other and burst out laughing*
Dear Cat,
Thank you for coming back. We promise to try and be better owners. Here, have a cuddle and a piece of tuna fish. We love you. Don't run away again.
rainette, Husband, Froglet and Tadpole XOXOXOXOX
Tadpole: Carrots!
rainette: does he eat lallydions, too?
Tadpole *laughs* No, that's the dinosaur.
The day she watches Jurassic Park, she's in for one hell of a shock.
In other news, I had *clears throat* A Dream.
I dreamed that someone was telling me that the pulp of the thumb is a very erogenous zone, and was demonstrating his theory by stroking my thumb langorously, and I was about to swoon in extasy, with all of my clothes still on, which is a good thing, cos I can't remember who he was but he certainly wasn't my Husband. *facepalms*
I almost didn't mention that at all, and then I thought about the many people who happily post pr0n and thought, what the heck. It's only hand!sex without even any wanking, so it's rather harmless, isn't it?
And here what's my insane cat has been up to.
We were quietly watching TV Tuesday evening -- waiting for an update on the election results -- when Husband suddenly exclaimed: "when was the last time you saw the cat?"
Unfortunately, the answer came up as: "two days ago but I'm not sure". *ahem*
See, we have a strictly indoor cat with an attitude and no patience with humans. She loves me, tolerates everyone else, eats whenever she feels the need to eat (she loves dry food, and eats exactly what she needs, nothing more, so I just check her bowl periodically and fill it when needed, but she has no Meal Time), and comes see us when she wants a cuddle. So we don't keep track of her appearances.
This time, it turned out we should have.
Since it appeared that whoever was counting the votes didn't seem to be in a hurry and the elections were going nowhere slowly (at the time), we started searching the house methodically. We went through all her hiding places: zilch. We tried to locate other logical places where she might want to hide: nada. We tried to think Cats' Hiding Thoughts. Still nothing. We called, inside and outside (in the off-chance she might have escaped). Now, let me tell you that when you stand in your backyard at 2:00 am on election day and call "Lafayette! Lafayette!", people do automatically assume that you must have gone nuts.
We gave up after 3 hours of intensive searching (it was 2:30 am, we still didn't know who was President of the United States and we had No Cat.) The next day, I started all over with a flashlight, for we have a semi-finished basement with many hiding places.
Still nothing.
I mentioned it to Helpful Friends, who sympathized and shared their worst pet memories with me: the cat who hid for hours and hours before being found by his owners and having to be put to sleep for he had a brain tumor; the cat who fell inside a wall, in a semi-finished basement like ours, and had to be rescued by sawing through the wall. My cat is old, and she hides when in pain, like all cats do, and no amount of calling will make her come out. She's declawed, too, and had never hunted anything bigger than a grasshopper, and would be racoon food, or pureed all over the street if she ever went out, which she isn't allowed to anyway.
Husband still mentioned her disappearance to the Humane Society, just in case.
And I kept searching the house.
And yesterday evening, as we drove back from Froglet's music class, I told her that the cat might be dead.
Froglet *sniffles*
rainette: it happens, you know. I am sad, too.
Froglet: I miss the cat.
raineete *with ruthless honesty* You hadn't even noticed she wasn't there.
Froglet *sniffles and sulks and sticks her tongue out into the face of ruthless honesty*
Ruthless Honesty *walks off in a huff*
And then I parked the car in front of the house. And out of the shadow came the cat, famished, pissed off, dirty, her fur full of branches and leaves, but otherwise fine. Absolutely fine.
She ran in, made a beeline to her food bowl which she nearly emptied stright away (something that had never happened before), purred apologetically at me, hissed happily at Husband ("See, I missed you, too! I haven't forgotten you!"), sat and groomed herself at her Favourite Spot (where Tadpole can see her, but not touch her: "la-la-la-la-la, you ca-an't catch me") and registered only mild surprise when I didn't grab her unceremoniously to plonk her down into Tadpole's waiting arms.
And now she is curled up on the answering machine, with her butt touching the keyboard (I have to push her away to get to the Esc key), and I am not pushing her away, cos I am SO HAPPY TO HAVE HER BACK!!!
Husband: Good thing she's back, cos I'm not sure the Humane Society is that efficient, you know.
rainette: Why?
Husband: Well, they have this page with descriptions of pets they've found, and matching photos...
rainette: Yes?
Husband: ... and they described this cat, you know, female, black, neutered, long-haired...
rainette: Uhuh?
Husband: ... and next to it they posted what appeared to be the picture of a small, grey, long-eared...
rainette: YES?
Husband: ... rabbit.
rainette and Husband *look at each other and burst out laughing*
Dear Cat,
Thank you for coming back. We promise to try and be better owners. Here, have a cuddle and a piece of tuna fish. We love you. Don't run away again.
rainette, Husband, Froglet and Tadpole XOXOXOXOX
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Date: 2004-11-04 06:48 pm (UTC)My cat once got stuck in our next-door-neighbour's garage. He was missing for DAYS because our next-door-neighbour was deaf, y'see, and the only way we found his was cause in the dead of the night, my mum heard this very faint "MEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOWWWW" and went looking.
We were so glad to find him, I cried.
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Date: 2004-11-04 09:48 pm (UTC)That's what happened to the friend whose cat got stuck in a wall: she could hear him, but not see him, and was going NUTS trying to figure out where he was... It took them quite a bit of time to locate the cat, and then get him out.
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Date: 2004-11-04 06:53 pm (UTC)no subject
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