CrimzonSamurai
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So I worked morning shift at my restaurant this morning, and my girlfriend texts me as she's leaving the house to look for the cat when I get home because she didn't see her this morning, but she just woke up and let the dog out before going to work and didn't really look around. The cat usually hangs out in the basement so it's not completely out of the ordinary for my gf to not see her, but she wanted me to look around just in case.
So I get home from work and look all over the house calling the cat's name and making that stupid tongue clicking noise that I see everyone do when they call cats even though I'm confident it does nothing to entice cats at all. Can't find the cat. Start panicking. I don't really like owning pets and both the dog and the cat are my girlfriend's, but I've really taken a liking to this cat and it's raining outside and I don't know how long she might've been out and how far she might've gotten by that time. I walk all around the house checking all the nooks on the exterior and doing the stupid call & click thing. No cat. So even though I know she's probably hiding from the rain I drive around the neighborhood for about an hour while I call the local shelter and file a lost pet report. Don't see any cats in the neighborhood at all, probably because of the aforementioned rain, and so I go back to my house. I walk around it a few more times, knock on the neighbors doors, talk to one or two of them, none of them have seen the cat.
So I finally resign myself that the cat is lost and with the rain and encroaching darkness I'm not gonna find this thing. So I put her favorite blanket in a cardboard box and take her food dish and a can of wet food and set it outside on the porch, as per instructions attained from Google. I start thinking about how this will be the first thing my girlfriend sees when she gets home and I can't text her because her phone is busted and she can only text me from her tablet at home. So I start getting worked up thinking about how that's all gonna go down later. Now, this whole time I've been holding in a call of the wild so I go to the bathroom and as soon as I sit down I hear this agitated meow come from somewhere in the room. I already checked the bathroom 3 times, so I'm like "WTF." I open the cabinet under the sink where the only thing we keep is TP, and sure enough out pops the fuckin' cat... She must've gotten stuck in there when my girlfriend sleepily went to the bathroom for her usual 4am zombie trip and reached in there to grab some TP.
I'm so annoyed and relieved at the same time. Cat is fine, didn't even piss or shit in the cabinet, surprisingly enough. So I've given her treats and the wet food I opened for her outside and she's genuinely confused by all the attention. This is like the 6th time I've gone outside for over an hour looking for a cat. First time with this cat, mind you, but many times before for my old roommates' cats. Always, always, always, they turn up inside the house safe and sound just as soon as real despair sets in. They really are adorably evil little creatures.
Do I just have shit luck with being manipulated by cats, or have you guys had similar experiences?
So I get home from work and look all over the house calling the cat's name and making that stupid tongue clicking noise that I see everyone do when they call cats even though I'm confident it does nothing to entice cats at all. Can't find the cat. Start panicking. I don't really like owning pets and both the dog and the cat are my girlfriend's, but I've really taken a liking to this cat and it's raining outside and I don't know how long she might've been out and how far she might've gotten by that time. I walk all around the house checking all the nooks on the exterior and doing the stupid call & click thing. No cat. So even though I know she's probably hiding from the rain I drive around the neighborhood for about an hour while I call the local shelter and file a lost pet report. Don't see any cats in the neighborhood at all, probably because of the aforementioned rain, and so I go back to my house. I walk around it a few more times, knock on the neighbors doors, talk to one or two of them, none of them have seen the cat.
So I finally resign myself that the cat is lost and with the rain and encroaching darkness I'm not gonna find this thing. So I put her favorite blanket in a cardboard box and take her food dish and a can of wet food and set it outside on the porch, as per instructions attained from Google. I start thinking about how this will be the first thing my girlfriend sees when she gets home and I can't text her because her phone is busted and she can only text me from her tablet at home. So I start getting worked up thinking about how that's all gonna go down later. Now, this whole time I've been holding in a call of the wild so I go to the bathroom and as soon as I sit down I hear this agitated meow come from somewhere in the room. I already checked the bathroom 3 times, so I'm like "WTF." I open the cabinet under the sink where the only thing we keep is TP, and sure enough out pops the fuckin' cat... She must've gotten stuck in there when my girlfriend sleepily went to the bathroom for her usual 4am zombie trip and reached in there to grab some TP.
I'm so annoyed and relieved at the same time. Cat is fine, didn't even piss or shit in the cabinet, surprisingly enough. So I've given her treats and the wet food I opened for her outside and she's genuinely confused by all the attention. This is like the 6th time I've gone outside for over an hour looking for a cat. First time with this cat, mind you, but many times before for my old roommates' cats. Always, always, always, they turn up inside the house safe and sound just as soon as real despair sets in. They really are adorably evil little creatures.
Do I just have shit luck with being manipulated by cats, or have you guys had similar experiences?
