Meanwhile I’m about to have a heart attack.
When you are looking for your cat you ALWAYS start at the top.
When you are looking for your cat you ALWAYS open the box of food.
FTFY
When I first got my last kitty, she disappeared on me. I was frantic. I was canvassing the neighborhood, showing apathetic delivery drivers kitty pics. Just a solid 3 hours of panic. She had burrowed into a load of laundry that just came out of the dryer. Just looking content af in her warm cloths nest. Fuckin cat…
Rookie mistake… Always check the laundry, blankets, boxes, nooks, and crinkly paper spots before panicking.
And even if you don’t find them in any of those, still don’t panic because they’re always finding new hidey holes to nap in.
If they miss a meal time, then you can start to panic.
At some point you just accept that they’re gone… until they turn up again, opportunistic bastards…
Theory and practice.
“Why is he walking around yelling my name? Well in any case he seems to be enjoying himself, I shouldn’t interrupt”
“Pathetic”
My cat used to absolutely vanish for hours; I would search every conceivable spot a cat could get into and not find her. Then she would nonchalantly wander into whatever room I was in without a care in the world. This happened even after I moved two different times. I finally concluded that she was just an extra-dimensional being that didn’t want to spend all its time in my dimension.
Then one day I was looking for her under my bed and I noticed a slight sagging of the fabric on the underside of the box spring. I poked it and sure enough she gave a slightly annoyed meow. A small corner of the fabric had come loose years before and she had just been crawling up into the box spring the whole time.
Tbf, just because you observed her that one time, doesn’t discount the possibility of being an extra dimensional being.
I like to think that since she’s not in my dimension any more.
😿 Sorry for your loss
Well imagine the struggle with a tiny black cat…
She basically becomes invisible on any black surface…
There are no gods here.
OTHER THAN ME.
Bastet sometimes demands tribute in the form of amusement.
If I say my orange’s name in the other end of the house, he comes running to me yowling along the way.
The only thing I’ve figured out is that he recognizes that I’m not closeby him and he panics lol.
If he doesn’t come and I can’t find him, I know he’s sick or stressed. Only happened a handful of times over the past 13 years. If I’m away for a few days and he’s got a sitter, that is usually the biggest trigger.
He really needs a companion cat, but thats hard at 14.
Lenny usually comes right away if you call his name, he’s more of a dog than a cat, he just felt like being a jerk this time.
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Cats are jerks. He should have been left in the trash.
“Your desperation amuses me. Continue.”
I’ve lost my old man three times this week. First two he was just hanging out behind the curtain. Third time I’m like, I’m going to check behind the curtain! Nope. He was under a desk on top of the air vent. That’s how I knew the heat had kicked on.
signature look of superiority
Willie hears ya, Willie don’t care
My cat (who does know her name), watching me look and call everywhere for her: “Huh, my human is really searching hard for me…”
Welcome to at least once a month for the rest of your shared natural lives. It’s their duty to keep you on your toes.
