Cat Crisis Averted
I haven't written in a few days because I've been totally -- as Mike Myer would say --verklempt. (Don't worry; there's a happy ending.)
Oliver is an indoor cat. He has a dog and rabbit to keep him company, and plenty of odd places to explore. He doesn't get bored, and I don't worry about finding his lifeless body on our busy road. It works for both of us.
Late Friday afternoon, just as I was walking out the door for an Event, Vince mentioned, " I think the cat might have gotten out. About an hour and a half ago." I wandered around the yard a bit in my white formal & heels (since I am pretty much the only one Ollie will come to when called. Food is an amazing training tool.) No cat. At 2 AM the thermometer on the chimney (not the coldest spot outside) said 15 degrees. For every "cats are resourceful creatures" I heard, I could think of a half dozen perils: cars, hawks, dogs, the cold, rabid opossums, street-wise gang kitties... The deer frozen in the water trying to cross the pond down the hill did not make me feel better.
So every 20 minutes for a day and half I poked my head outside & called for Oliver. Vince put fliers in the neighbors' boxes. I called three local animal shelters.
In the wee hours this morning (1:35 AM), Vince went to check on the cause of Eiger's barking. There on the porch was Oliver with a broken whisker, grubby white paws and his pupils as big as Volkswagons. I was not the only one in this house losing sleep.
Everyone is relieved and things can go back to normal. I even felted the Orange Cowboy hat, but you'll have to wait for photos. Use your imagination. Vince says, "It's pimpin'!"
Not quite the look I was going for.
Oliver is an indoor cat. He has a dog and rabbit to keep him company, and plenty of odd places to explore. He doesn't get bored, and I don't worry about finding his lifeless body on our busy road. It works for both of us.
Late Friday afternoon, just as I was walking out the door for an Event, Vince mentioned, " I think the cat might have gotten out. About an hour and a half ago." I wandered around the yard a bit in my white formal & heels (since I am pretty much the only one Ollie will come to when called. Food is an amazing training tool.) No cat. At 2 AM the thermometer on the chimney (not the coldest spot outside) said 15 degrees. For every "cats are resourceful creatures" I heard, I could think of a half dozen perils: cars, hawks, dogs, the cold, rabid opossums, street-wise gang kitties... The deer frozen in the water trying to cross the pond down the hill did not make me feel better.
So every 20 minutes for a day and half I poked my head outside & called for Oliver. Vince put fliers in the neighbors' boxes. I called three local animal shelters.
In the wee hours this morning (1:35 AM), Vince went to check on the cause of Eiger's barking. There on the porch was Oliver with a broken whisker, grubby white paws and his pupils as big as Volkswagons. I was not the only one in this house losing sleep.
Everyone is relieved and things can go back to normal. I even felted the Orange Cowboy hat, but you'll have to wait for photos. Use your imagination. Vince says, "It's pimpin'!"
Not quite the look I was going for.
posted by Gail | 7:43 PM
2 Comments:
I'm waiting with bated breath!
Glad to hear that Oliver is O-K! I know how scary that is, both with cats and dogs!
it is odd that you write about a broken whisker. it sounds rather minor to me.
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