Sheesh bunnies- I’m practically worn out!!!
This morning, I was at work early- straight after I dropped Damien off for his lift to school.
See, I was taking my granny darling to the hospital for an appointment, and I wanted to get a couple of hours of work in before I left to fetch her. I picked her up, right on time (I’m ALWAYS on time or a little early) and then we trekked through to the hospital. Granny’s appointment was at 9h45, so I was anticipating being back at work around 11h00.
They eventually called Granny Darling in at 12h30 and we left the hospital at 13h20!!! By the time I got back to work it was nearly 2pm, and I just knew I was going to get sweet fork all done!!!
Thankfully I have a fantastic boss, and I told him I’d put in for a half day’s leave to make up for the hours I lost.
Then at about 15h20, I get a call from a near hysterical Damien- Greebo had gone missing and he couldn’t find him anywhere!
Any of my long term readers may remember that my three furry masters (Greebo, Taxi and Grampa Scratchy) are purely indoor cats, sometimes called window-watchers. They do not go outside at all, except on a halter and leash, and the old man doesn’t even come out of my bedroom! And I’m in an apartment on the second floor, so any exit will be a risky one. You can imagine then that one of them going missing is a BIG problem… and Damien and Greebo are big buddies so Damien was very upset!
I promised him I’d be home shortly and I’d help him look.
I got home and changed out of my work clothes in case we ended up doing lots of walking, and we set off downstairs… calling softly and searching every nook and cranny. Damien found him after about 15 minutes, hiding under some shrubs in a flowerbed of the complex garden. He was very distraught- and anyone who has found a lost cat will know how they have a wide-eyed “where the fuck have you been do you know what I’ve been through” look on their faces, and they claw the crap out of whoever picks them up!!! He was not at all a happy kitty, and Damien bravely tucked him under his T-shirt.
I think he’s limping, and I have no idea how long he was outside, he didn’t moan when I gave him a once over though, so here’s hoping he’s okay…
*miss you Vangiepants, oh goddess of coping skills…