Monday, May 17, 2010

Doodle's Home (That *&^$%# Jerk)

A third sleepless night and I was compelled to go down to the courtyard with a can of Fancy Feast to look for Doodle. She must be hungry for easy food now. I unlocked the basement door to complete quiet and no signs of her, but when I turned the corner, there she was. Just sitting near the side of the building, wild eyed and small, apparently in mid-stalk of some rodent.
I called to her, and she responded to me. But when I cracked the can open, she trotted over. That's when I scooped the jerk (a very light jerk, I must add; doesn't seem like she ate too many meeces on her adventure) up in my arms and briskly walked up the 8 flights home.

She just ate the can--which she ate in an undignified way straight out of said can--in the kitchen sink and now is looking for a dark quiet place to sleep it off. Being that it's 5 in the morning, there are a lot of these places right now but she knows that soon enough the sun will rise and she'll be bored out of her tits again with her partner of 10 and 3/4 years.

Until the next expedition, I'm going to catch some precious shut eye. Between Doodle and her little brother's antics, I'm a little spent over here.

18 comments:

Del-V said...

Yay, Doodle's home!

teri said...

so glad she's home and she stayed close. Why don't they realize what they put their parents through?

sheesh!

Nina Paley said...

WHEW!

glittermom said...

The little run arounds home at last...

love, jenn said...

Dirty Stay Out. Glad she's home and hope she is ready for the stern talking to she is getting later!!

lisagh said...

Thank goodness! I was just gutted over here.

Sans Pantaloons said...

You have a good soul Anne. Glad Doodle is home safe & well. I think you deserve a treat.

The Magic Shop said...

Psyched! Wicked Good.

DeeDoodle said...

I didn't see her yesterday afternoon during my look-see around the courtyard & environs, but saw lots of corners for that slinky dink to be waiting it out. &, not unlike her barn disappearing act in VT, turns out she was there all along. I think the vet's office is a good start to her time-out. WHEW!

melissa smith said...

JEEZ I'm so happy Doodle is back safe and sound! That little.... what is this, a cry for attention? She better get used to it, that baby John's not going anywhere.

Roo said...

Off-line for the weekend-just found out about Doodle-I'm SO glad she's back, what a relief for you!

Just Dave said...

Now that you are a mother, you will experience that emotion time and again - an urge to give the little bugger a big hug and a conflicting urge to smack 'em a good one for making you worry. So glad the Doodle-monster is home.

Michele said...

Time for a microchip? So glad she is home.

anne altman said...

she's got a microchip ID, but needs a GPS one.

or a de-legging.

Just Dave said...

The poet Rod McKuen lost his cat in New York and wrote a poem about it. Google "A cat named Sloopy lyrics".

Abbi Crutchfield said...

When I was little, my favorite fat alley cat Goochie ran away after we got two new kittens for the house. He was a ramblin' man, so I shouldn't have expected much. But I think it's a cat thing to move on when they're not getting the attention they think they deserve. Hope Doodle rises to the occasion of caring for John in the stand-offish, surveying from the top of the fridge capacity.

Sandi said...

Hi Anne - I just checked your blog after a kazillion years. So glad Doodle came back. She was probably jsut trying to piss you off for bringing that cute little baby boy home. I think I might've have tried to run away after my mom brought my grother home from the hospital.

Sandi said...

oops...I mean brother...although I probably thought he was a grother...whateve that means!