CATS! *keels*
Aug. 24th, 2006 08:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
erastesTerrible night. 9pm came, 10pm came and went. The rain was coming down in sheets and Lili (my pink and white nemesis) had not returned.
She hates the rain, and I went out every half hour or so and called her. She always comes. Always! She's never been out all night. I thought: Oh she's sheltering somewhere. But really I was thinking. OMG SOMETHINGS HAPPENED TO HER. I went to bed, still worrying, knowing I couldn't sleep.
11pm came - midnight came, 1am came. I read, I made tea. I went out and called. Nothing. And by now in worst case scenario mode. I was crying, and planning the posters I would print at work the next day, gnashing my teeth that I didn't have even one photo of her, and worrying about vivisectionists.
Eventually I fell asleep. The rain had not stopped. I woke up at 4.30 and went to the loo. And I swear - it was like that scene in Peter Pan where Mrs Darling thinks she sees the children and they are really there but she doesn't believe it. I look across the hall where her night-time chair is and I thought I could see her and I sniffed dramatically, thinking I'd never see her again.
But of course she was actually there. The Monster. She was very pleased to be cuddled by a madly over-loving mummy at 430. She thought it was lovely.
When she had come in, and why she had not come in with her normal trumpets blaring and where she had been and why she was dry as a bone, I do not know. Maybe she wasn't out at all, but upstairs all the bloody time, even though I'd seen her go out.
Cats eh?
She hates the rain, and I went out every half hour or so and called her. She always comes. Always! She's never been out all night. I thought: Oh she's sheltering somewhere. But really I was thinking. OMG SOMETHINGS HAPPENED TO HER. I went to bed, still worrying, knowing I couldn't sleep.
11pm came - midnight came, 1am came. I read, I made tea. I went out and called. Nothing. And by now in worst case scenario mode. I was crying, and planning the posters I would print at work the next day, gnashing my teeth that I didn't have even one photo of her, and worrying about vivisectionists.
Eventually I fell asleep. The rain had not stopped. I woke up at 4.30 and went to the loo. And I swear - it was like that scene in Peter Pan where Mrs Darling thinks she sees the children and they are really there but she doesn't believe it. I look across the hall where her night-time chair is and I thought I could see her and I sniffed dramatically, thinking I'd never see her again.
But of course she was actually there. The Monster. She was very pleased to be cuddled by a madly over-loving mummy at 430. She thought it was lovely.
When she had come in, and why she had not come in with her normal trumpets blaring and where she had been and why she was dry as a bone, I do not know. Maybe she wasn't out at all, but upstairs all the bloody time, even though I'd seen her go out.
Cats eh?
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