We’re not sure how Comet got out of the house. We know it must have been sometime Saturday night. Steve and I each opened the door once, and each is convinced that Comet didn’t slip past. There’s no telling.
I was in a funk of anxiety and guilt, plagued by memories of Ginger (who got out on my watch years ago and never came home). Mad at myself for getting so upset about a cat who actually was an outdoor cat (we believe) in a previous life (but that’s a story for another day). Basically, it just wasn’t fun.
Yesterday morning I got a FB message back instructing me to call, which I did. I gave the very nice woman on the line all of Comet’s particulars, and told her that I’d put a photo in the FB pages messages. She didn’t have access, so she suggested I email the picture, which I did. I got a nice email back with some useful information about finding a lost pet.
Last night, feeling headachy (still again and yet) and bad I opted not to go to our weekly pub trivia competition. I stayed home and played computer games, and occasionally got up and called for the cat. At about 9:00 I thought I heard a reply, but it was almost drowned out by the crickets. I grabbed my keys and flashlight, and went out into the chirpy evening to see if I could hunt him down. I saw a neighbor sitting outside, and asked if he had heard a meow, but he thought it was just crickets. I was still hopeful, and kept calling. I was certain that I was hearing a response – I high, thin, chirpy mew off in the distance.
I’m terrible at finding things by sound. I often don’t get to my phone in time to catch the call, just knowing it’s ‘over here somewhere’, but I was pretty quickly able to hunt down the sound. Soon I spotted him.
He was stuck in a tree, just across the parking lot from out townhouse. I had searched that area the day before, but I hadn’t looked up. Not that I think he was stuck in the tree the day before, but he had to have been somewhere close by.
There was no way I could possibly get to him, and, try as I may I couldn’t coax him down. I thought about going back to the house and getting the step ladder, but it seemed too cruel to make him watch me walk away. So I called Steve (trivia was over, we came in second) and told him to come home and help me retrieve the cat.
While I waited there was nothing to do but talk to the him, and try to calm him down.
I referred to Steve as Comet’s ‘daddy’. It’s official, the girls are right, I am the crazy cat lady.