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| This would be Ella: "Yeah...I knew you were looking for me. I just wasn't ready to be found." |
Many elaborate plans were put into place. A carrier was purchased, special 'cover up the meds' paste was purchased, documents were requested, filled out, and printed out, and I had a plan of when each part of this would all unfold.
But Ella had another plan. She had a plan to slip off before anything happened and hide in an undisclosed location and not make a peep.
The longest she's ever hidden before was about 10 minutes. Now 10 minutes can seem like a long time when you've got a vet. appointment, but in the grand scheme of things, it's just not that long.
This morning she was missing for more than an hour and a half. In this time I shut off all doors in the house. (Typically if she gets shut in anywhere she raises a major ruckus instantly.) I went through each and every room over and over again. Calling her. Shaking the treat jar...
Not a stir, not a peep...nothing. She is not known for being a quiet cat. She usually can't keep quiet for long.
Then I freaked out that maybe she'd pushed the screen door open when I was taking out the trash. I couldn't see that happening because a) she was in lazy morning mode, b) it was cold and wet outside, and c) I really thought I'd shut both doors and she can barely push open the screen door.
Still, she stayed hidden sooooo long I got paranoid. So I walked around outside the house calling her name and shaking the treat jar.
I watched the motion-sensor videos of the doors of the house over and over again looking for a little gray streak. Nothing.
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Finally, after it was too late to make the flight...she wandered out acting like nothing was wrong.
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What's worse is that a little while ago I look up and she was in the cat carrier (that she's never been in before ever.)
Ella relishes doing what she wants...when she wants to.
You kind of have to admire this kind of self-direction.
I used to write Charles' vet appointment date and time on the whiteboard at my desk wall. That is BEFORE I understood that he knew how to read.
ReplyDeleteBecause how else could he vanish at just the time to go to the appointment? When they vanish like that, it is a shifting whirlwind of concern, annoyance and the firm belief that you have been bamboozled by a cat with the brain the size of a walnut.
Miss Ella is a crafty one. Did you make a written notation of your plans because perhaps she, too, can read! xoxoxo
Yes. Yes. Yes! What you said!
ReplyDeleteI have ‘Ella Meds’ on the calendar on the first day of each month. Either she reads...or she’s making hash marks on a wall somewhere I haven’t noticed and knows when another thirty days has passed. Because she will follow me around and jump in my lap all day every day...until the 1st.
She knows.
And, yes; PERFECTLY PUT: “When they vanish like that, it is a shifting whirlwind of concern, annoyance and the firm belief that you have been bamboozled by a cat with the brain the size of a walnut.”
Brilliant!
I felt aggravated/on the verge of tears/and like a first class fool walking around outside calling for a cat I know is whiling away the morning listening to her human having a melt down.
But man...when I saw that guilty little creature waltz around the corner I was nothing but GRATEFUL that she was okay.
Little brat.
:-)