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:
Yay, Doodle's home!
so glad she's home and she stayed close. Why don't they realize what they put their parents through?
sheesh!
WHEW!
The little run arounds home at last...
Dirty Stay Out. Glad she's home and hope she is ready for the stern talking to she is getting later!!
Thank goodness! I was just gutted over here.
You have a good soul Anne. Glad Doodle is home safe & well. I think you deserve a treat.
Psyched! Wicked Good.
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!
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.
Off-line for the weekend-just found out about Doodle-I'm SO glad she's back, what a relief for you!
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.
Time for a microchip? So glad she is home.
she's got a microchip ID, but needs a GPS one.
or a de-legging.
The poet Rod McKuen lost his cat in New York and wrote a poem about it. Google "A cat named Sloopy lyrics".
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.
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.
oops...I mean brother...although I probably thought he was a grother...whateve that means!
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