I've had a couple of major panic situations in the past 24 hours due to "missing" kitties.
The first one happened yesterday afternoon at our main foster home when a feral kitten from a litter of five couldn't be found in his kennel. Picture two totally frantic women - me and our coordinator - tearing apart her garage and scouring the perimeter of the house with flashlights, crawling under bushes to search for this kitten. Turns out he was in the kennel all along, hiding under his extremely protective mother.
Then, this morning as I was leaving for work (trying to leave early because I had so much to do) I sought out each of my four to be sure they were safe and say my goodbyes. One was missing - my sweet and lovely girl, Claire. I spent the next 45 minutes calling, searching for her throughout the apartment and basement. I popped open a can a food and shook the bag of treats. That brought the other three running, but no Claire. I was ready to call into work when Claire suddenly came tearing up from the basement, up the steps into my apartment and calmly plopped down in the middle of the living room. She looked up at me with those gorgeous eyes, purring the whole time, as if to say, "What's wrong? Were you looking for me?"
No more "missing" kitties please!
The first one happened yesterday afternoon at our main foster home when a feral kitten from a litter of five couldn't be found in his kennel. Picture two totally frantic women - me and our coordinator - tearing apart her garage and scouring the perimeter of the house with flashlights, crawling under bushes to search for this kitten. Turns out he was in the kennel all along, hiding under his extremely protective mother.
Then, this morning as I was leaving for work (trying to leave early because I had so much to do) I sought out each of my four to be sure they were safe and say my goodbyes. One was missing - my sweet and lovely girl, Claire. I spent the next 45 minutes calling, searching for her throughout the apartment and basement. I popped open a can a food and shook the bag of treats. That brought the other three running, but no Claire. I was ready to call into work when Claire suddenly came tearing up from the basement, up the steps into my apartment and calmly plopped down in the middle of the living room. She looked up at me with those gorgeous eyes, purring the whole time, as if to say, "What's wrong? Were you looking for me?"
No more "missing" kitties please!