Before we went to dinner tonight, I wanted to give Mezzaluna her pill. But... where was Mezzaluna? The last I'd seen her, she'd been snuggled into a nap with me at 5:30. Now it was 7:00 and no Mezzaluna.
I walked around the house. I called. I looked. I looked on bookcases and in kitty beds and cat trees. I wondered if she was in a closet. Rich wanted to go.
I walked around the house again. I called. I looked. We looked under the headboard of the bed. We looked in the t-shirt cabinet.
I sat down on the bed, reached over, and parted the shirts in my closet. A green eye peeked out at me.
Hi Mezzaluna.
I have two large, plastic, lidded tubs in my closet, (containing sweatshirts). The top of the upper tub brushes the bottoms of the shirts that hang from the closet rod. Mez was screened by the hanging shirts, snuggled into a sweatshirt lying on the upper tub.
I showed Rich. I gave the kitty her pill. I left her sleeping in my closet, on a sweatshirt, camouflaged by clothing.
People without cats must lead less "interesting" lives.
Oh Where Oh Where Has My Pussycat Gone? - posted by Vicki at Wed, 07 Sep, 22:08 Pacific
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