It's a cold, dark, rainy night. The house is mostly quiet. I enjoy that kind of a thing. I've finished a sock, and started the second one of the pair. (Not the toe-ups) I've been haunting Ravelry off and on. Earlier in the evening I watched two episodes of "Moonlight" so that i could catch up for this week's episode. I had checked out that new "Women's Murder Club" or whatever it is called on CBS two weeks ago and then last week i was in the ER with Deb. I decided against the Chick Crime Drama and have opted to stick with the Vampire series instead. As it sit here typing, i've realized that even Numbers has grown old on me. I'm typing through it and not paying very close attention.
If you've been reading along or know us at all, you know that our cat, Luna, is not a very high energy cat. She doesn't play. She's a total lap whore and indoor cat. There's really not too much exciting going on in her life, much like mine. However, the past few weeks, she's had three interesting adventures...
I think it was around the beginning of September, we had a new house member move in. While Deb and i were in Indiana in July, "Uncle Fred's" wife passed away. She had been ill for quite some time so it was not a sudden thing. "Uncle Fred", really is not an uncle to Deb nor to anyone else who lives here. He's a family friend...maybe some of you have people in your lives like that also? Anyway, when Uncle Fred moved in, he took over Deb's Mom & Dad's room and they moved into a finished room in the basement. Uncle Fred likes cats ok, but he doesn't want Luna in his room. So, he keeps his door closed. No biggie. Well, Fred went to visit other family members for a few weeks and while he was gone, other family members would go into his room to use the bathroom. Sometimes they might forget to close the door. You can see what's coming, right? Yep, Luna got locked in there. For six hours. Ooops. It happened during the week that we were pet sitting for "Cousin Lug Nut"...Deb's four-legged nephew. (He's cousin to our furdren, see?) Luna's brother is not allowed in the house...he stays in the garage or the yard...not our choice. :( When "Cousin Lug Nut" (who's real name is Bo) is here, he's allowed in the house and he sleeps in our room. Luna is not at all thrilled by this and the big, huge, solid, black lab that Bo is...he's such a wusser and stays away from whatever side of the room the cat is on. Apparently when Luna found Uncle Fred's room opened, she went in there to get away from Bo and someone came along and closed the door. I didn't think anything of it when i heard scraping noises because i just thought it was Bo's nails on the wood floors. Nope, it was poor Luna with her little paw sticking out from under the bedroom door, trying to claw her way out. Poor kitty!
Last week, Deb's Mom (Grandmom to our furdren) came home from work one night around 1:30am and she had boxes of bread to bring in from the "Bread Lady" (we get free bread each week). Grandmom was going in and out of the door and Luna must've slipped out into the night during one of her trips in. When Luna hadn't been on my lap for a while, i just assumed that she went downstairs to pester Grandmom for some extra food. Deb's Mom feeds the cat her bit of wet food every day, so as soon as Grandmom comes in the door, the cat starts following her around and meowing. So, it's easy for me to assume that that is where the cat went off to. I didn't think much of it and fell asleep. When Deb got up for work around 4:30am and the cat was still not around i just figured she was sleeping with Grandmom or in the living room curled up on the couch. No biggie. Deb left for work, i slept a few more hours, then i got online and whatever. Still no Luna. Deb came home from work around 1pm and her Mom was in the kitchen too and so i went out there. I peeked into the living room as i went out. No cat. So i asked them if they had seen her. No one had. Eeeeeeek!!! Helen went on to tells us about bringing the bread in and then she went out the front door and Deb out the back door and they started searching. The cat had apparently been outside now for around twelve hours! Deb's Mom found the cat hunkered down under a bush on the side of the house and yelled for Deb to come get her because she would not go to Deb's Mom. Whew. Kitty rescued! We're so very lucky that she was okay. We live on a corner and the street in front is very busy.
Adventure number three, i really wish i had thought to get the camera and photograph the outcome, but i missed my opportunity. Gah!
When we first moved here, we left the cat here and left a day later for a week long trip to Missouri to witness Deb's niece graduating from MP Training at Fort Leonard Wood. Aunt Kathy came and checked on the cat and made sure she had food and water. During that time, the only person in the house was Uncle George. A real uncle, a real asshole. He's a grouchy, nasty, complainer of a man who does completely nothing to help out around the house. Deb's Mom (his sister) completely caters to him and coddles him. It's very strange. Anyway, it took us forever to find the cat when we got back, she was hidden deeply in the basement far away from the nasty man. We think he must've kicked her or been mean to her while we were gone. Even now, two years later, if he comes anywhere near her...she will run back into our room or far away from him. If she's laying on my lap in our room and he comes out of his room and passes in the hallway...the cat will slink down deeper into my lap. The other night we were eating dinner out in the kitchen and Uncle Asshole was out there too. Deb finished and got up from the table to go outside to fill her lungs with evil...and i noticed the cat coming across the kitchen floor from the basement stairs. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw UA and immediately turned and ran back downstairs. I tried calling her so that she knew i was out there too, but she didn't seem to care. I tried going to the stairs when i was done and calling her, but she would not come. Later on, Deb left for class around 6:30pm and still no cat. I guess she was waiting good and long to make sure that UA had gone to his room. Hours passed. When the cat finally came in, she hopped up onto the bed and crawled into my lap and when i looked past the laptop at her i started laughing. She had this...oh, about eight inch long, piece of cobweb hanging off of her head and one ear. Ewwww. She has spots of cobweb on her face and some on her tail. LOL! Must've been a rough hunt down in the basement. Sheesh! I cleaned her up and she settled down for a nap.
I'm thinking the cat might need a "Lo-Jack" installed on her collar or some kind of GPS system? She's getting into all sorts of trouble lately.
I'm off to knit.