Got home from work, carried in the groceries that I picked up on the way home and put everything away. The cats were all milling around, letting me know how they'd been starving while I was selfishly spending time at a grocery store instead of rushing home to feed them.
I had their food prepared, and started putting their bowls down, and.....no Hobo Skimbleshanks. I always panic when I can't find the Hobo, because his meow is barely a squeak, and if he is in trouble I may not be able to hear him. What if he dashed out while I was bringing in bags and he was outside????
I was dashing about half nutty around the house, looking in closests, bathrooms, cabinets, Then I heard a little raspy meow from the back bedroom. I ran in and yanked open the closet....no Hobo! Then I saw a moving lump under the comforter on the bed. I pulled back the comforter; and there was nothing there! Then, under the comforter I'd just pulled back, another moving lump. So, I pulled up the entire comforter, and it weighed a ton....he was inside the comforter, so wrapped up that he was practically cocooned. I could smell the urine and knew the little guy had been stuck in there for awhile. Look for the hole in the comforter and coax him back out?
Nope.
I grabbed a set of those blunt shears out of the bathroom first aid kit, the kind you cut bandages with, and snipped a hole in the comforter, then stuck my fingers in the hole and ripped it open. Then I put my little scared boy on my shoulder and walked him around the house. After a wiping with some baby wipes, being allowed to drink from the tap for a few minutes, and getting something to eat, he looked as thought it had never happened.
Then, I went back and looked at the comforter. I'd ripped a 31" hole in it getting the Hobo out. I never liked the color anyway.
I had their food prepared, and started putting their bowls down, and.....no Hobo Skimbleshanks. I always panic when I can't find the Hobo, because his meow is barely a squeak, and if he is in trouble I may not be able to hear him. What if he dashed out while I was bringing in bags and he was outside????
I was dashing about half nutty around the house, looking in closests, bathrooms, cabinets, Then I heard a little raspy meow from the back bedroom. I ran in and yanked open the closet....no Hobo! Then I saw a moving lump under the comforter on the bed. I pulled back the comforter; and there was nothing there! Then, under the comforter I'd just pulled back, another moving lump. So, I pulled up the entire comforter, and it weighed a ton....he was inside the comforter, so wrapped up that he was practically cocooned. I could smell the urine and knew the little guy had been stuck in there for awhile. Look for the hole in the comforter and coax him back out?
Nope.
I grabbed a set of those blunt shears out of the bathroom first aid kit, the kind you cut bandages with, and snipped a hole in the comforter, then stuck my fingers in the hole and ripped it open. Then I put my little scared boy on my shoulder and walked him around the house. After a wiping with some baby wipes, being allowed to drink from the tap for a few minutes, and getting something to eat, he looked as thought it had never happened.
Then, I went back and looked at the comforter. I'd ripped a 31" hole in it getting the Hobo out. I never liked the color anyway.
