| Jul. 3rd, 2006 @ 01:13 pm The things we do for love... |
|---|
Current Mood:  grateful
Yes, I know my posts are few and far between, and I have no real excuse except I don't post.
Anyways.... this happened to me last night at 10pm.
You ever get the feeling that something isn't right in your home, you know something is missing but you can't figure it out. Jim and I had that feeling all night last night and around 10pm he looked at our girl cat, Scoops, and said, "Hey girl, where's your brother at?"
We realized we hadn't seen him all day. Not completely odd since he is weird and has a tendency to run from us during the day and cuddle as soon as 7pm hits. So we get up and start calling for him, checking in his usual under the bed spots and can't find him. Okay..... we were doing laundry today maybe he snuck in the basement. Open the door, Mr. Sphincter (yes, that's his name), no answer.... Mr. Sphincter...(tap his food dish to get him to come)....meow...(his meow is more of a pathetic whine). Yay! He answered... but not from the basement... repeat name calling... he's behind us...no behind us is the kitchen... again.. meoooooowwww. The window, turn on deck light.... outside?? How the hell did he get outside??? Go to door, open door, cat bolts.
Oh no, he's probably petrified, what are we going to do? Mr. Sphincter....meeeeeeeooow. Come on Baby come here....meeeww...meeeoow...meeeee
Aw man, walk out side with cats treat and call for him....meeoooww meeeeooowww.... come on my Mr. Happy Purr Bottoms (my personal nickname for him), come on inside you know you don't like it out here.....meeeooowwww.
Slowly, ever so slowly two little ears... then a head pops out from the end of the deck, belly to the ground... so as can be he slinks over to the plants growing on the deck and nibbles on him. Food dishes are out and he slinks to one.. meee...meeeee... meeeeeooo. Come on big bayb come here... he slinks to me and BAM guy across the street starts the car and cat freaks and runs under the deck.
Okay, take two.... Mr. Sphincter... at this point it dawns on me that I am outside yelling Mr. Asshole at about 10:45ish pm in a small quiet neighborhood that echoes a lot because it is built into the side of a mountain... oh well... to late now. Mr. Sphincter....meee meeee... good he's still under the deck. Shake shake shake the treats... once again, slowly ever so slowly, slink...meeow...slink... meow... slink... slink... Jim walks around the front of the house... cat bolts under deck again.
::sigh:::
By this time my other cat is sitting there crying because I'm outside and she is inside and she really hates that... meow. Meow...meeeeow....meow....meeeeoooooowwwww. Ah... so they are talking to each other, figures, they have been inseparable since birth. Take position on edge of deck, shake treats... the pathetic meow that I love to hear gets closer to me...meeeooowww.... head pops out... looks at me... bolts around the front of the house CRAP he's gonna be lost for good.
11:15 - felinis escapeius seen heading back under deck....meeeooowww.
11:45 - Jim... fuck this... we're ripping up the deck, I'm not leaving him out here.
11:45:01 - Me... :::sigh::: dollar signs :::sigh::: okay. I'll sit here and block him from running.
Board one... board two... board three...eh go for a fourth for.. oops we didn't need that part of the stone retaining wall right?
Have you ever tried to rip apart a deck, in the middle of the night, quietly, without breaking the boards, after 7 days of rain, and actually start in the MIDDLE of the deck. It's not easy I can attest to that.
Meeooowwww..... I know baby... don't you worry... we'll get you home buddy.
12:15 - boards half up, propped up so cat can get out infront of kitchen door and hopefully be herded into house. Scoops in cat carrier to be able to have the door open and let him hear her and hopefully go to her.
12:16-12:30 - wait... and wait...meeeooowwww.... meeeee.....meeeeoooowww.
12:31 - Jim... give up..he's not coming out...lets hope that he gets hungry and comes to us tomorrow.
Jim: NO, I am not leaving him out here alone all night... I will get the sleeping bag out of the basement and sleep out here so that he comes to me in the middle of the night if I have to. He has no claws and no knowledge of the outdoors, the neighbors' dogs will eat him alive or another cat will get under there and hurt him.
Okay......meeeeooowwww..... come on my Mr. happy purr bottoms.... you're all dirty come on home boy.
Jim... stick your hand under there and see if he'll let you pet him.
Jim, "He just flopped on my hand he's exhausted he's pressing into it really hard but I can't grab him."
I sneak over and put my hand down one of the boards that is easier to reach in and instantly feel fur and flopping. Yes, that's a good boy.... scratches on the head... on the chin... on the neck.... and SCRUFF. Okay Jim I've got him but I can't pull him up.... Jim hurries over and grabs him better (he's heavy 20+ lbs.) lifting him up by the scruff until I can grab around the chest.... I swear I felt like a quarter back trying to pass the ball to someone as fast as I could. Grab... tuck to body... cover and move.... 3 steps into the house and cats moved to end of kitchen as Jim shuts door.... YAY! We win!!! Touchdown!!!
1:00 AM - No giant buckets of water being dumped on us but relaxing and showering in order. Poor baby so scared cleaning himself like mad, getting his whiskers washed because they are matted and stuck from spider webs. Plan on stopping to get new screen for the window.
Yay... happy family.
So as I sit here contemplating the event, the tick I found on me at 8 am this morning (if you know me you know my deep hatred and fear of ticks and the fact that I was kneeling in the grass most of the night is a testament to something), already having the panic attacks rise and the paranoia of checking my ankle where I found it 7 billion times a day for the tell tale sign of lyme, prepping for the remainder of the panic attacks over the next 6 weeks, I wonder... was it all worth it?
In short, of course. He's my buddy, my pet, my friend. Almost exactly a year ago I fell in love with that pathetic whine and that beautiful little face that I rescued at work one day. I shimmied him out of the drain pipe he got himself stuck in just like I shimmied him out of the deck last night.
A year ago when I found him I told him and his sister I would love them... and I do.
I promised them I would give them a good home since someone didn't want to... and I will....
Even if I have to rip it up one board at a time.... |
|  |
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
anightgirl's journal
blah
awake
Relieved but sad
anxious
pissed off