Tuesday, June 28, 2005
The Case Of The Missing Kitty
Exercise: About a 5 1/2 mile walk and 1/2 mile run with Brett (I had to take it slow for him LOL)
When I came home from work and walked in the door this afternoon, I yelled, "Hello! Anybody in here?" as I usually do to the fat little hairballs that roam the dump. The little guy was perched in front of the patio window as he normally is patiently waiting for the glass door to be opened so he can hear and smell the birds through the screen door. What was odd was that Bitchy Momma was nowhere to be found. She wasn't in the hammock where I most often find her nor on the back of the chair or couch. I knew she couldn't be in either of the bedrooms because we keep those doors shut and I always make sure they are both out beforehand. I checked the closets and cupboards even though I knew it was very unlikely that she would be in any of them - the little guy is the only one that likes to do that trick (my favorite being when he got in the cupboard where I had some glass bottles. I could hear clanking and then I saw this furry little body coming out the door. I couldn't help but laugh because it sounded and looked like someone staggering out of a bar. LOL).
After a good ten or so minutes of looking, I started to get a little worried. I knew there wasn't any way should could have gotten out when we weren't home but I did get to wondering if she some how got out in the garage when I left for work and I didn't know it. I called out there....no response. It was at that point I really couldn't imagine where she had gotten to since I had looked in all of her known hiding spots. As I walked into the living room, I had a thought. I have two Japanese screens and decided even though it seemed like a long shot, I would look anyway. Sure enough, when I looked behind the second one, there was a fat furry black & white blob looking up at me with her big yellow eyes as though she was saying, "What you lookin at? I heard you calling but I was ignoring you." LOL
Alright....I'm pissed. The public television here decided a delayed broadcast of Dubya's blah blah was more important than me seeing my Britcom. Grrrrrr!
I'm off to mumble obscenities under my breath about the upper management tards at PBS who made that decision.
Til next time.....
Knocked Off By The Fashion Diva
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