I spent half an hour looking for my cat. I called out but no responce. Finally

[applegrove]

i opened by dad's bureau drawer. And there Sam was. Sound asleep. Seems my dad closet the drawer a while earlier and the cat was too relaxed to care or make a noise. Maybe she slept through the whole thing LOL! I really thought she was sick or something.

[marzipanni]

1. That's funny, but do you think she would she have meowed

later if she heard you calling in the room?
My dad never had a cat in his life until I adopted a "dropped off" cat that had been hanging out at the ticket booth at a ferry dock. I named him Mr. Ticket, and when I moved he spent some time at my parents' house. My dad told me Ticket "smelled like a Harris tweed jacket- kind of a pleasant, woolly, outdoor smell".
He actually liked him until Mr. Ticket felt he needed to sow his wild oats, and did so in one of my father's shoes! My parents called to ask me if it was okay to have him neutered, and soon after that a cousin flying back to California brought him to me.

[applegrove]

2. Bad Mr. Ticket! LOL!

[MiddleFingerMom]

3. Two "quiet missing cat" stories.

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The really short one was my last and absolute FAVORITE cat ever, NoName. I had bought
her a harness so we could go on walks together (she was a tuxedo cat and took RIGHT to
the leash -- we had the BEST walks). I put it on her in the morning and left it on her
when I went to work so she could get used to it.
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When I came home that night, I realized that she hadn't made an appearance (usually
greeted me at face level in my entranceway). I went looking for her, calling her name
and rattling her food bag and got absolutely no response. I started to fear that she
had slipped outside (TOTAL indoor cat -- and this is the Arizona desert).
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JUST before I went for an outdoor search, I looked again under the kitchen nook and
found her there behind a box. That poor kitty had slipped one of her legs INSIDE the
harness trying to get it off and couldn't bring her leg back out. No telling how long
the poor li'l thing had been like that.
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I truly think she was embarrassed to have me see her after such a bonehead move.
Hence, the silence.
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She got PLENTY of attention and noms that night, believe me.
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The other was Pennsylvania, where I had two cats (the only other cats I've ever named --
Blackcat and Greycat... JUST so others would know which one I might be talking about).
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I got home from grocery shopping and got everything put away and fixed a quick meal and
started to watch a movie. I was halfway through the movie when I realized that Greycat
hasn't put in an appearance. I searched my place thoroughly. Nothing.
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Time to search outdoors (I figured she slipped out when I was taking groceries in). I
took a tip from Steve Martin in "Roxanne" and took a coupla cans of tuna and a can opener
with me -- my place was SURROUNDED by deep woods and I could see a long ordeal in front
of me.
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It was a very grey, very chilly, VERY drizzly Spring day. Just outside the front door
were two big waist-high shrubs. I stop in between them and puncture the first can of
tuna with the opener to get ready... and I hear this very faint, almost reluctant "mew"
from the bush to my left. I spread some branches and sure enough -- there was Greycat!!!!
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Joy!!!!
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Then a LOT of laughter... the first time in YEARS she got a chance to go explore the big
big wonderful outdoor world -- and like a five-year-old child "running away from home",
got no further than 10 feet.
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She got a lot of attention and noms THAT night, too.
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What a traumatic, ultimately EMBARRASSING experience for her.
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The big BABY!!!!!:rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
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[grasswire]

4. oh your NoName story reminds me of a crazy time with my calico...

...Miss Figgy. One night she started making the most pathetic cries. I looked for her, and saw that one side of her face was terribly distorted, and one front paw drawn up. Gah! A stroke?! Oh no! On closer inspection, I saw that somehow she had gotten a hair elastic hooked over her lower teeth and also hooked over her leg to the "elbow", pulling everything out of whack.

Crazy, crazy.

[kimi]

5. Aw, I'm so glad you found your kitty!

They do these things deliberately, I think.



No, not really, they don't know, but gosh, it feels good to find them, doesn't it? Happy for ya! :)

[raccoon]

6. Reminds me of a time when I was in my kitchen, heard my kitten meowing, but couldn't

find him.

Luckily, I had a light bulb thought, "The refrigerator!" and sure enough, he was in the refrigerator.