Life is about Losing
and finding it again!
I get home this morning at about 1:30 and I'm greeted by Sophie. She's preening and stretching and for about 2 minutes I think nothing of it. But then there's no Ivan. I call for him and there's no answer. I go hunting through the living room finding nothing, and then take my search to the bed room and spare bathroom and still nothing. I pull out the treat bag, still certain that he is just hiding somewhere that i can't see, but still nothing. At this point I start panicking and crying while Sophie is all smug asking for water. I grab some sandals and a flashlight and head out side, certain at this point that he must be outside. Still no sign (however, if he escaped I doubt we'd find him) then I text my husband. Tye helps me run through some places he might be hiding, but I'd already checked those and still rechecked them. We hang up with me apologizing and saying that I'll do whatever I can to get him back in the morning, because the option of putting up fliers and contacting shelters and vets were out of the question at 2am. I finally resign myself to the fact that I would be unable to find him tonight and took a shower. When I got out all was quiet and I heard the faintest meow, but I just couldn't place it at first. And for a moment I thought he was outside the bedroom window and would have to toss on some clothes and head out to find him. Alas, he was in the spare bedroom where he obviously decided to sneak in while I was grabbing a pair of shoes.
He may be a pain in my ass most of the time but clearly he's solidified a little piece of my heart. I sat on the floor of the hall letting him rub all of his dander into my face and lick me like crazy, all while I pet him. At least until I was itching so badly that I couldn't really take it much more. (Have I mentioned that I am somewhat allergic to cat dander, wonderful right?)
And I was so mad at Sophie for being so freaking smug! She could not have been happier to be free of Ivan and was less than pleased that I found him. (We did have some lovely cuddle time today before I went out to run errands, so things are getting better.)
Tye, on the other hand, was so glad that I found him (not that that's surprising). His response to my poorly typed text informing him that Ivan was found and not roaming the neighborhood was, "Thank God!!!"
In other news these kitties will without a doubt be micro-chipped next week. Anything to make their return easier, should they actually get out, will definitely be needed for our peace of mind.
Now time for bed and hopefully the noise outside of my bedroom door will subside. Ivan's being needy and Sophie is being bitchy, and it is just as it should be.
|Old picture from the end of January, but he just wouldn't be still for a pic once he was found.|
I got the idea for my Project 52 from Styleberry!