or, Cat-Slapped From Almost Beyond The Grave… When the cat had been missing over 48 hours, I resigned myself the idea that she had gone in search of the Elephant Graveyard. The last month with her was a gift I didn’t expect to have, so grief and I were already on speaking terms. At 11 p.m. last night, the absolute certainty that the furry wench was still alive and trapped in the dark smacked me…
The cat has gone missing again. The furry wench flew the coop around 1:30 this afternoon. Nine hours later, she still hasn’t turned up.
The furry wench (aka CAT) went AWOL this evening. She disappeared around 5:30 p.m. Mike and I searched the block and one additional block in all directions, alerting neighbors and strangers alike that the cat was on the loose. Nada. Around 8:30, the furry wench banged on the door, demanding to be let in. She was muddy, limping, and completely unapologetic. I suspect she got cornered by another critter, or she stumbled into a storm…
I am literally watching paint dry. My homework for watercolor class consists of “glazing” 10 thin layers of paint, so that the finished product is a page of progressively darker stripes. The catch is that for the effect to work, the previous layer must be absolutely, perfectly dry. ARGH. Other news of the day: – The cat ate three times today: breakfast paste by syringe, lunch tuna by fingertips, and finally dinner straight out of…
The cat still isn’t eating, but she climbed the stairs a few minutes ago to hide in one of her favorite nap spots. I’ve been giving her fluids sub-q, but I believe the end is near.
