Black Doggerel

Evil Elda must have thought I needed a distraction last night, because she pulled her disappearing act again. This time I wasn't going to panic, but I didn't want to go to bed without being sure of where she was - besides, I wanted to open the windows. So I sat in the cat room and played with the others (Blade sat in my lap unprompted! He does like people, though not as much as Shona does - he just doesn't like being grabbed). Spent three hours alternately chilling with the kittens and sort of searching the flat, but I was sure she was hiding in the bedroom again.

Nope. This time she'd managed to get herself shut in the cupboard under the kitchen sink.

Edited to add: I just remembered: I knew the day they were born she'd be the troublemaker...

Holy fucking shit these fucking kittens are going to be the fucking DEATH of me.

I have just spent an HOUR AND A FUCKING HALF searching my flat for an orange and white kitten.

Spike couldn't find her (but I had him searching the wrong room so not his fault. He tried.) Cassie's too busy yowling for sex to care. I searched the cupboards. I searched the fridge. I turned the dog couch upside down in case she'd managed to crawl up into the springs. I was starting to think about prying the side panel off the bathtub. I even looked out-fucking-side, and she'd have to walk through walls to get there.

I'd reached the point of praying out loud with TEARS running down my face when she casually strolled up behind me in the bedroom, yawning and obviously just having woken up from a nice long sleep while I'd been imploding and the other three had been crackmonkeying around the flat.

I still don't know where the fuck she was.

I need a fucking drink now.

...and am now praying out loud with gratitude, for the record.