Brief Panic Attack

[autographedcat]

I got home from work today and promptly checked the answering machine. There was a message from the Cat Clinic asking how the new kitty was doing, and inviting me to call back. I made a note to myself to call back tomorrow, since it was after hours by that point, and went to actually see how Jenna was.

And I couldn't find her. Anywhere.

Now, Jenna's currently spending most of her time confined to the front part of the house, to allow her and Dayna to settle into each other's company gradually. So it's not as if there were copious places for her to hide, and I already knew where most of her favourite places were. And she wasn't in any of them.

So I went and looked in the bedroom area. Again, no Jenna.

At this point, I freaked out slightly, tearing through the house looking in the most implausible places. I mean, opening cabinets. Checking in the furnace closet (a door which is almost never opened). I even went outside and glanced around... having her get out would have been my greatest fear.

So, just about the time I'm about to become completely hysterical, I check under the bed in the bedroom for the fifth time. And for the first time, notice her, all the way back against the wall, her white fur blending perfectly with the wall. I pulled her out and hugged her tightly, a transgression for which I'm still not sure she's forgiven me for. :) But all is well, and she's just fine.

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[nelladarren.livejournal.com]

Haha, your cats in the shadows - guess you heard that joke once too often...?!
Paulinchen has a secret place somewhere - sometimes she can't be found at all and when we are at the brink of hysterics she just walks by.
Cats.

[hrrunka]

"I am the Cat who Walks by Himself, and all places are alike to me." -- Kipling, of course.