Milo *was* missing
I wrote the below earlier tonight and I wouldn’t post it except that it reflects my earlier state of mind because of perceived possible disaster. Be aware, though, that everything resolved itself soon afterwards:
I am upset for two reasons now. Milo is missing and blogger is down for maintenance. Milo is my black and white wonderful kitty and I can’t find him anywhere. Right now our back door is problematic and when it is windy the door blows open even when it is locked. We called the landlord to fix it (this is the same landlord whose son can over to fix out toilet, cracked it in half trying to unscrew something, and then brought over an old salmon colored toilet that had been sitting in someone’s backyard). He came over again to fix the door, but for some reason he didn’t complete the job and never came back. Anyway, the door has opened a few times but always when I was near it and/or heard it open so I could close it immediately. This time I was on the other side of the house and I think Milo was curious about going outside. I am nervous because the last time Milo went outside he got caught in a neighbor’s squirrel trap and they brought him to the pound—only luckily did I call their hotline and found out that they had a cat matching his description. Milo is a scaredy-cat—he wouldn’t have strayed far. I am surprised he ventured out at all considering! So, I am very anxious. My rational side says that he will come back when he gets hungry but my other side is despairing. I am upset for the mundane reason that blogger is down—I was reading my friend Sarah’s blog, and mid-reading it said that blogger will be down for ten minutes. The exact ten minutes that I was trying to divert attention away from Milo’s missingness. (
Okay, Milo is no longer missing—he came to the front door mewing pathetically. Thank goodness!
2 comments:
Yayy! Milo is back. I can imagine how you felt, because when we used to live in a townhouse with a door to the outside, our cats got out occasionally, and sometimes they wouldn't come back all night. I was beside myself. I love my kitties so very much. I'm so glad Milo is home!
Thank you Sarah! I love Milo so much too. We had to bail him out of "kitty jail" a few years back--seriously, we paid 60 bucks to get him out of the pound! I don't think I could deal with regular run-a-way cats. It would deeply disturb me. When we moved in, Milo also ran away to the basement and got lost in the heating ducts. We could hear him mewing through the vents. That caused less freaking-out-ness, but never-the-less Matt installed a lock on the basement door. Milo is a kept cat.
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