The Lost Cat…

Jason & I went to Wal-Mart to pick up a card early Sunday morning before lunch. Later on during the afternoon I realized I hadn’t seen Murphy in quite some time. I asked Jason where he was and he said he didn’t know. I always check when we have the front door open and make sure none of the cats slip out. Where was he? Shut in my closet, since he likes to just slip in there when I’m not looking? No. Under my bed? No. In Jason’s room? No. I was doing some laundry, maybe he’s went in by the washing machine? No. I left for dinner at my parent’s house with the sinking feeling that he must have slipped out when we got home from Wal-Mart, because I couldn’t find him anywhere. I wanted to look some more though before I broke the news to Jason that his cat was missing. As I returned from grocery shopping, I remembered – when we got home earlier, the small coat closet door was open and I pushed it shut as we walked in. Sure enough, when I opened the front door tonight, the closet door was open again and Murphy was laying on the floor! I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to see him since the day we first brought him home.

By Christine

Christine is an Avenger of Sexiness. Her Superpower is helping Hot Mamas grow their Confidence by rediscovering their Beauty. She lives in the Heights in Houston, Texas, works as a boudoir photographer, and writes about running a Business of Awesome. In her spare time, she loves to knit, especially when she travels. She & her husband Mike have a food blog at Spoon & Knife.

6 replies on “The Lost Cat…”

I hate that feeling of not being able to find them! When we moved into our last apartment, Todd kept forgetting to close the door behind him after bringing loads in — and suddenly we couldn’t find my cat Selina anywhere. We found her almost 12 hours later by turning furniture over on its side (we were convinced she’d darted out the door never to be seen again), but she was curled up about 2 1/2 feet inside the recliner frame. You don’t know whether to laugh or cry at that point… Glad you found your baby!

Occasionally, when I have been taking my cats for granted, they do something like this to remind me just how dependent upon them I am. An hour or so of frantically searching and calling out for your cat can get you really worked into a tizzy. Puts you right in your place, which is just where the cat wants you.

Whew. Our dog ran out a few times due to dumb ass yard people spraying for weeds. One time he was totally gone and we had to give up looking for him. I cried the next day. It was the first time he had ever not returned before the end of the day.

Kid was getting ready to go to a game or something… guess who comes walking down the alley? Super Beagle! Sniffed his way home. Joy!

didnt ur cat ever run off before? i dont have a cat. im allergic to cats. but i like cats. cats are cute. cats are furry and soft. mmmmmmm…..doughnuts…

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