And for our moment of panic ...

[kiya]

... teinedreugan got home and asked me if I'd seen Lennon.

There was a bit of going over the house, in the "I don't think I've seen him since yesterday" mode, and we came to the conclusion that he had to have gotten out. (He frequently vanishes for many hours at a time, because he's a Very Introverted Cat, so his absence is not as notable as Arthur's would be.)

Thus the flashlight and the flailing and the calling for him, and finally the relocation of cat in the bushes in front of the house and the transportation back inside. Where he poked around, declared, 'Yay, kibble!', got growled at by his brother, and appears fine.

Waugh, crazed.

Comments

[luellon.livejournal.com]

I'm glad your cat (both of them) are safe and sound!

[labrys6.livejournal.com]

I can so relate. Every so often, during morning woozle census and capture, one of them will have found a new hiding spot. And finally, an hour into searching, I will just lose it and be sure that said missing ferret somehow got outside. A ferret, outdoors and following its little ADD nose, is under virtual death sentence of course, so I panic elaborately. Usually, minutes into our outdoor desperate search, someone indoors finds the missing demon wandering about like "Where did everyone GO?"

One of these days, I am just going to have a heart attack mid-nutso searching.