So, I went out for my morning run, came back, unlocked the door, and started calling "Larry", so he'd know it was me and come out from the closet, where I knew he had gone as soon as he heard the door opening. I checked under the dining table, just to make sure he wasn't there, then went to the closet, just to make sure he was there. Not there. Hmmm.
He usually comes out when I call him, so this was strange, and there aren't that many places to hide in my studio apartment. I went around, checked everywhere, and was feeling more and more panic as I went along. I kept calling his name.....nothing.
The windows are closed.
I looked in closets that I thought I had closed, thinking maybe he had sneaked in there when they were opened. I checked cupboards, thinking the same thing. I checked the area between the fridge and the wall, I checked the oven, I even checked the refrigerator.
I went down to security, frantic, and got them involved. They were going to check every floor, (38 of them), all the stairwells, I even said the only people with keys are the maintenance guys, but why would they come into my apartment, and how would they even know where to look for him.
I went back upstairs and called my mother in Minnesota. Like she could do anything from there. But she kept saying, "He's a cat. He found a place you're not even thinking of while you were gone for two weeks." I said she was probably right, but I couldn't figure out where that was, because I had looked everywhere. I hung up with her, started looking again. I went through drawers, the couch wasn't in "bed" position, so there was no way he could get in there. I went to my regular bed and checked the messed up sheets and blankets, which I had done before.
What I hadn't done was check the quilt thoroughly. There was a little blanket folded on top of it, which I moved. I noticed it was really warm under the little blanket, on top of the main quilt....a warmth that had nothing to do with the sun coming in the window. I felt of it and there was a big lump. I lifted up the edge and saw this little face staring at me, like, "WHAT?! Leave me alone! Stop calling my name!"
Duh. I quietly put the edge of the quilt down, called my mother, called Security to call off the search, and realized that this cat, who had never been an "under the blankets" kind of cat, had, indeed, found a new place to hide.
Silly me. I'm weird.
He usually comes out when I call him, so this was strange, and there aren't that many places to hide in my studio apartment. I went around, checked everywhere, and was feeling more and more panic as I went along. I kept calling his name.....nothing.
The windows are closed.
I looked in closets that I thought I had closed, thinking maybe he had sneaked in there when they were opened. I checked cupboards, thinking the same thing. I checked the area between the fridge and the wall, I checked the oven, I even checked the refrigerator.
I went down to security, frantic, and got them involved. They were going to check every floor, (38 of them), all the stairwells, I even said the only people with keys are the maintenance guys, but why would they come into my apartment, and how would they even know where to look for him.
I went back upstairs and called my mother in Minnesota. Like she could do anything from there. But she kept saying, "He's a cat. He found a place you're not even thinking of while you were gone for two weeks." I said she was probably right, but I couldn't figure out where that was, because I had looked everywhere. I hung up with her, started looking again. I went through drawers, the couch wasn't in "bed" position, so there was no way he could get in there. I went to my regular bed and checked the messed up sheets and blankets, which I had done before.
What I hadn't done was check the quilt thoroughly. There was a little blanket folded on top of it, which I moved. I noticed it was really warm under the little blanket, on top of the main quilt....a warmth that had nothing to do with the sun coming in the window. I felt of it and there was a big lump. I lifted up the edge and saw this little face staring at me, like, "WHAT?! Leave me alone! Stop calling my name!"
Duh. I quietly put the edge of the quilt down, called my mother, called Security to call off the search, and realized that this cat, who had never been an "under the blankets" kind of cat, had, indeed, found a new place to hide.
Silly me. I'm weird.