9 lives I tell you.

April 8, 2008, 8:15 pm
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My cat for sure must have 9 lives. This morning I broke the news to my DD (and the other 2 kids, too, but they didn’t get all the details) that Willie most likely would not be coming back. See, he got out last night about 10pm and I was fearing the worst. Willie is an indoor cat - he’s declawed in the front & we really try to keep him in. But last night when I took the dog out, he jumped out before I could get him. He’s done this before & while it’s scary to have him out at night, we always leave the garage door slightly open & he comes in at some point so by morning he’s mewing at the inside garage door. But last night was different. About 10:30 I hear a horrible screaming coming from a few houses down. Sounded like kids kind of, but it was 10:30 at night. So I quick ran out back & realized it was a cat fight. Uh-oh. My clawless Willie is in trouble. I called to him & no response. I get DH to come down to look for him. Not a sight nor sound. So I go back inside & hope he returns. About a half an hour later, I hear Willie (I just know it was him) yeowling from somewhere not too far away. Again, I go out, this time panicked and also get DH. “What can we do?” “I don’t know!” “I know it’s him, I can hear him! Willie! Willie, come here boy, where are you? Here kitty, kitty!” He yeowls back at me, but I have no clue where it’s coming from. We look around, but can’t find him. The yeowling stops. I go back inside and now am really panicked. If he was OK, he’d have come to me. Why didn’t he just come home? Where is he? What happened?

So DH & I go to bed. At 6am DH comes downstairs in hopes of finding him at the garage door. No luck. I search for him about 8am. No luck. After the kids get to school, I roam around the neighborhood, looking under sheds, alerting the neighbors, really worried that he was seriously hurt and probably dead. But I wanted to find him to know. Nothing. I have to leave to pickup Lauren from pre-school. Upon returning, guess who greets me at the back door? Willie. He was hungry & really tired, but no scratches or anything. Just some ruffled fur. What the heck happened to him? We have no clue, but we’re glad to have him back.

So anyway, I tell my DD all about how Willie got out & never came back, how I heard really horrible noises & we couldn’t find him and that we’d have to prepare for the worst. And then, more than 12 hours after he’s gone, he returns. Silly cat. But we’re so happy to have him back.

So that was life #1 for you Willie. You’re down to 8 now.