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Fuck! Fuck! Fuckity fuck!

Caroline's just called. She's gone and lost me my cat.

She went out and the cat must have slipped out with her. When she came back and saw there was only the one cat in the flat, she went right out again and got some kitty snacks. The way she tells it she's been prowling through people's front gardens, shaking her kitty snack box and going "Pusspusspuss" for hours.

So we won't be going to the pictures tonight. We'll be stretched out on our bellies on the cold wet pavement looking under cars for Clio.



Dec. 17th, 2003 01:48 pm (UTC)
My dratted felines always used to pull this crap on me until they got too old to care. Hah. Now they stay within ten feet of the house, usually.

I used to have panicky anxiety and spend hours looking for them whenever this happened. (ALL the time -- my family was always letting them slip outside). I know exactly what it's like.

Hopefully Clio shows up soon, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.
Dec. 19th, 2003 01:09 am (UTC)
Yes, she did...at 4:30 in the morning, and under her own steam! Clever little kitty ;-).