Yes, I'm back

Geez, the way Mom was going on you'd think it was the end of the world just because I decided to hang outside for a while.

Okay, so I missed her birthday...it's not like I can read a calendar and I knew that it was the day before her birthday when I took off, honest! And living in the tool shed wasn't so bad...heehee, it was a fun game, meowing and then running and hiding when she would come looking for me.

I'm glad to be back home, though, and to sleep on Mom's nice soft bed again. That was the thing I missed the most, I think...snuggling with Mom in bed.

Well, I gotta go...a lot of lovin' to catch up on from the days I was 'missing'.

Leftie is home safe!!!!

Leftie has returned, safe and sound :-)

Still missing

It's now been over 48 hours since I've seen my precious Leftie. Baby, where are you? Are you hurt? Are you sick? Are you trapped somewhere? I've looked everywhere in the house AGAIN and outside, I've searched the neighborhood even though I don't know how you could have gotten out of the fenced-in yard, and nothing. I know in my heart that you didn't leave the house so WHERE ARE YOU? Why aren't you crying so I can find you? You have to be hungry and thirsty. Please, Leftie, I love you and miss you so much, please come to me. What I would give to see you trying to crawl into the food bag again.

Leftie, where are you?

I haven't been able to find Leftie since Monday night around 7PM. I swear he was in the house, I remember I went out into the garage where he had been laying on the floor and carried him inside because the county is doing aerial spraying for West Nile beginning at 7PM and I didn't want any of the cats out in the garage (I have no glass in the door going from the garage to the backyard, just a metal grill, so the spray could conceivably drift into the garage).

Around 8 I heard the planes fly over and went out into the front yard to wait for my mother, who was coming home from the store. I saw Leftie in the entry hall as I was going out the door and that's the last I've seen of him. I'm afraid that he slipped out the front door and I didn't see him. My mother says she would have seen him when she came home but...

The only other alternative is that Leftie is somewhere in the house sick, but I don't know where that could be. I've all but torn up the carpet looking for him.

Leftie, where are you? I love you and miss you...please show yourself! All I can do right now is cry thinking about you suffering somewhere, all alone...

My Tail of Devotion for Leftie

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Forgiven

I'm so glad that my Mom has forgiven me for last night. I still feel bad that I made her cry. In fact, I slept in the dining room last night. I wouldn't even sleep in Mom's chair with my sister, Smokie. When she got up this morning to get ready for work she was looking for me so I came out to greet her and she started talking to me and petting me, she even played with me in the kitchen for a little while before she had to leave for work.

When Mom got home me and Pee Wee got out into the garage while she filled out feed container. Pee Wee loves the garage. I think it's pretty nice, but it gets cold this time of year.

After Mom fed us she had her own dinner, and then we played tag while Mom read her book. I got bored with tag so I left my brothers and sisters and crawled up in Mom's lap. She can't read when I'm in her lap because I take up so much room. Mom loves me though, and she hangs onto me when I'm in her lap because otherwise I'd just roll right off of her lap and onto the floor, and that would probably hurt. Mom says I'm a klutz, although I'm not sure what that means. It must be a term of endearment, because Mom loves me as much as I love her.

Gotta go, Pee Wee is starting up a new game of Kibble Soccer!

Leftie

I made my Mom cry :-(

I've always wanted to go outside and see just what is out there. Mom won't let me go out, even though she takes me to the vet and makes me endure all the poking and proding and shots. She says that it's a precaution, in case something happens like an earthquake or a flood or somethin' and we have to leave our house. But if I'm going to put up with all of that, shouldn't I get to enjoy the great outdoors once in a while?

Mom thought that I was still asleep on her bed 'cuz she didn't see me sneak to the front of the house and hide behind the kitty condo (just call me StealthKitty) so when she opened the door to go out and get the mail she was unprepared for me to jump out from behind the condo and leap past her and out the door.

Woo Hoo!!! I was free, and boy was I one happy kitty! There was so much stuff to look at and rub my head on, and so many smells!!! I heard Mom calling me but I didn't pay any attention. I was free!!!!! I ran down the side of the house and then I noticed that Mom was looking for me with a flashlight, so I hid under a bush. I was really tired from all that running around and must have fallen asleep when I laid down because the next thing I knew it was really really dark, and I couldn't see or hear Mom anymore. That was scary. Where was Mom??? I want my mommmiiiiiieeeee!!!!!

Then I heard something so I crept out from under the bush and made my way towards the sound. Sure enough, there was Mom, but she was sitting on the sidewalk crying. I only know that she was crying because she did it once before, but that was when our Uncle Tom died. I got really worried because something bad must have happened to make Mom cry.

I got closer and meowed so she'd know that I was there, and when she saw me she stopped crying! She got up and picked me up (not an easy feat, let me tell you!) and she kept saying that I was a bad boy for going outside and running away from her but then she kissed me and cuddled with me and after she got me inside she checked me over to be sure that I was alright.

I realized that I made Mom cry by running outside, but I swear I didn't mean it. I feel so bad, but Mom doesn't seem too mad at me now. She let me curl up in her lap and we watched some tv together, and when she gave everybody treats she still gave me a couple so I think I'm forgiven.

Tigger smacked me when Mom first put me down, so I think she's still mad at me for making Mom cry. Pee Wee came over and gave me kisses so I know that he's not mad, and Mister Whiskers and Smokie just smelled me and seemed glad that I was back.

I haven't gone near the front door since Mom brought me back in. Oh I'm still curious about what else is out there, but I don't want to make Mom cry again.

Why Headboard Long-Jump is a bad idea

Okay, so my sister Smokie decided that it's time to start training for the Cat Olympics. Fine. Whatever.

But she has to show off with how far she can jump from the headboard. Then she dares me to try it. I yawned and cleaned myself but she just wouldn't stop. I knew then that I had no choice but to show her up and prove that I was just as good, if not better, than her at the headboard long-jump thing. It would be when I was good and ready, though. So I made the decision to practice at night, under cover of darkness, when Smokie was sleeping out in the living room. Boy would she be surprised when I finally showed her what I could do!

Unfortunately, I am not at all made for this event. I mean, look at me! I'm too wide and not at all aerodynamic. I did not discover this until after my first try at Headboard Long-Jump, which ended with me on my Momma's chest. She tossed me to the bottom of the bed (I guess I'm lucky she didn't kick me completely out of her bed) and said something about a heart attack.

Smokie is never going to let me live this down, I just know it, so I have to find another event that I can beat her at.