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ETA: FOUND! The little bastard was under the recliner in the living room, where my husband apparently locked him last night before going to bed.


It's an extremely fretful day here, as one of the other cats (Mithrandir), the big grey, appears to be living up to his name. Specifically, he's nowhere to be found, and investigations around the house, neighborhood and yard are not turning him up.

Now, we have a cinderblock-walled yard, and my father-in-law and husband use it for storage of an amazing amount of crap, and there are several closets in the house that are difficult to adequately search for similar reasons (It's a freaking good thing I own almost nothing, is all I'm saying) and we live on the sort of quiet street where kids play soccer on the street, and Mith *is* a 23-pound cat, so I'm reasonably confident of his ability to look out for himself. And since every house on the block has a six-foot cinderblock wall around the yard, going out looking for him is not particularly useful.

But Chris is panicking, and it's rubbing off on me.

I'm hoping he comes home when it gets cold and he gets hungry. Meanwhile, Chris is out looking, and I'm wandering out into the yard periodically to call and bang tuna tins, even though the last time I saw him, he was in the house, and I don't know how he could have gotten out. If he's not back tonight, though, I have to go check shelters tomorrow.

Prayers for the little idiot's safe return would not be out of order, if you are the praying sort.

Meanwhile, of course, I have a chest cold and a fever.

I really do not need more drama in my life than it already has. For fuck's sake.

In other news, I posted an excerpt from One-Eyed Jack over at elizabethbear.

And it's the anniversary of the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, although green_key beat me to it.



Holding the wandering grey one in the Light.

Argh! Cats! Argh!
:( I hope your cat comes home soon. Once our cat went over to the neighbors' and they practically adopted her; they gave her a name and everything and fed her (she didn't have a collar), but then somehow my mom figured out what was going on.
FOUND! The little bastard was under the recliner in the living room, where my husband apparently locked him last night before going to bed.

Thank Heavens! I've never lost a kitty for more than 45 minutes or so, but it's heart-wrenching. I was very worried for you.

Naughty, naughty hubbie!
I'm glad you found him!

Hecate once went missing for three days. In a 900sq ft trailer. I firmly believe cats can slide into a pocket dimension when they don't want to be found.
Thank you for reminding me about the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Glad you found the cat.
He probably just jumped to the moon, or Ulthar, and then landed poorly coming back. He might have been too embarrassed to say anything.
glad to hear he's safe & sound.

enjoyed the except. was somewhat confused by one line in first-person when the rest is in third, but maybe that has to do with it being an excerpt?
anniversary of the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
Must find our G. Lightfoot CD.
Glad the lost is found. Amazing how quiet a cat can be when it wants, and how its yowling in the middle of the night can take a year off your life.
Your cat must have moved into that parallel cat-dimension where a brain-dead cross-eyed Siamese of our acquaintance used to park his golf ball. We never found the damned thing, but he'd pull it out and roll it around the hardwood floors and lump-bang it against the baseboards after the silly humans were in bed and trying to sleep.
Glad you found Mith. My sister tells me her husband OD'd and can she and her daughter live with me, and oh, I'd have to support them, and by the way, she doesn't like the way I keep house--all handled with aplomb.

But if I find out my cat is missing...

So, yeah. Glad you found him. *snugs Mith*
Cats. Oi.

::skritches for the four-leggers::

Couldn't miss the Ed Fitz anniversary here in Michigan. It's not often we get mentioned in song, and Gord's been playing on all radio stations here all day. Good thing I don't tire of the song.
We have a siamese that frequently gets locked in the pantry. (You'd think my husband would learn to look for him before closing the door by now, but nooo....) Anyway, he'd be locked in there for hours. Would he make one little sound to let me know? No! But our calico would do her best Lassie impression and run back and forth between me and the kitchen, crying, saying "Timmy's fallen down the well and can't get out!"

Cats is strange peoples.

(When I open the pantry door, the siamese looks at me and says, "I wasn't locked in here you know. I was just resting. I could have opened the door any time I wanted. But, as long as you're here, I might as well come out now.")
*g* I have one who, when I lived in the house with the attic, would RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN up the stairs every time I opened the attic door, and have to be routed out with promises of canned food. Nom atter how many times she got closed in.

They're all nuts.
Glad to hear the wandering feline was found. Hope you feel better soon. Fever bad!
*coughs woefully and makes big eyes*

Your icon makes me lauuuuuuuuuuuuuugh
Mission accomplished!

Please deactivate the emergency medical hologram when you leave sickbay.