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Did you know that I’m a grudge holder? Oh yeah, I can hold a grudge for years. My sister stole my Nefertiti necklace and then pawned it. That was over ten years ago. I’m still pissed.
Today something is clenching in my throat and I can’t seem to let it go. I think I might be on the verge of crying and that’s silly cause I’m my father’s daughter and we are made of tougher stuff than that.
My cat, Zero, or kit-tay as I like to call him, has disappeared. Twice today he has gotten out of the house and both times we brought him back in. My sister came by to pick up her kids and of course Zero just hung around the door trying to make his move. He made several attempts but we were a little smarter and thwarted them all.
After my sister left, I locked the door and went back to the kitchen, helped Alex wash some dishes and then went upstairs to my room. An hour later my cousin showed up. She wanted to meet Zero so we went looking for him. That was two hours ago.
Our house is a little large in that we have three floors and a basement. Still, we checked every floor, looked under beds and in closets to no avail. The last time I saw Zero he was downstairs with my mother.
Now, I know that I lean toward the pessimistic side of things but I really don’t want to believe she did anything to him. Why would I accuse her? Because earlier during one of his escape attempts she commented that she would put him out.
Now, my mother is not a pet person. Oh she likes to say she likes dogs but she doesn’t appreciate or understand any of the finer points of pet ownership. Like with cats, you need to clean the litter box and with dogs they need affection and walking.
She has made negative comments about having a cat before but that was before we had a mouse problem. As soon as she saw the mouse she said she wanted a cat. I, of course, being my father’s daughter, ignored her. My mother talks quite a bit about what she wants but I have learned to ignore about 85% of what she says.
Well, as you guys know, we did get the cat. A few weeks later we no longer have a mouse issue. Not sure if Zero actually caught anything but I’m sure his presence scared the crap out of Mickey and Minnie. Anyway, she then started to get more and more irritated by Zero.
On Sunday she complained that he was in her way while she was trying to cook because he likes to just plop down in the middle of the floor. She yelled for Alex to come and get him. Next she complained that he was in her way at the door. Again she yelled but luckily I came and rescued him.
Now, I’m not sure why she is behaving in this manner. He really is a great cat, even though he does nothing but sleep but still he is rather cute (and Alex has created a photo book for him on her Facebook account).
Maybe I’m just overreacting. Maybe he is hiding somewhere in the house and he’s just asleep. I have no proof that my mother did anything wrong. Well, actually…
I know she’s probably pissed at me for telling her to send my niece home. Airea has been here all summer, actually for most of the year. I know she and her mother (my sister) don’t have the best of relationships but it’s not helping that my mother is always siding with Airea and letting her stay here. The girl is seventeen and has no life skills what-so-ever. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she winds up moving in with my mother when she graduates from high school.
Now what does that have to do with kit-tay? Well, maybe this is my mother’s way of saying “If Airea can’t stay here neither can Zero!”
Like I said I have no proof of this.
Well, there is this one tiny little thing. A few days after Zero moved in, my mother started sleeping with her door closed. She didn’t like him coming into her room and roaming around. This evening I looked up the stairs and noticed her door was open. If she knew he was in the house she wouldn’t have left it open. Leads me to believe she let him out.
I’m not the only one upset by this. My cousin said that he could be killed because he not a street cat and he had been declawed. She was on the verge of tears when she left.
Alex thinks that my mom just locked him in the basement. I didn’t want to tell her that he hasn’t been down there at all.
**sighs**
I’m really disappointed by all of this. I’m not sure if my mother is responsible or not but her actions lately have certainly left a black mark next to her name in my book. Keep your fingers crossed that he may have just curled up in the deep recesses of her closet and fallen asleep. The other alternative is just too painful to think about.
**update**
Found him! He was outside. I shook his can near the open window downstairs and I saw him coming from across the street. I gave him a few treats and he drank his fill of water.
I still don't know how he got out (could have jumped from the window through the hole in the screen but the hole's not big enough) or someone let him out. I guess it's a good thing I trained him to come for his treat.