OK, so today as I was pulling into my driveway after choir, around 7:00 PM, I noticed that the door was wide open. At first, I just thought someone was getting ready to leave and were putting on shoes. Then I noticed there was only one other car (Catie’s) in the driveway other than mine. Now, normally this would mean that someone was home, but not tonight. You see, Catie took Michael’s car to work, and Michael and Cori carpooled in Cori’s car. This is when I began to panic.
I rushed inside, closed the door, and began looking for our three cats in all the usual cat hiding spots. I looked in all the nooks and crannies, under all the furniture and blankets, in the dryer and in the cupboards. There were no cats to be found. Now completely beside myself, I called Catie to alert her of the missing cats. As I was talking to her, I opened the door to see Sophia sitting in the driveway. I rushed down the stairs, and she ran to the side of our little porch. I tried to corner her, but she ran by me. Luckily, she decided to run by me and up the stairs into the house. I followed her in and closed the door.
After I hung up with Catie, I decided to try to find the other cats. I opened the door with treats and a flashlight in hand, and I discovered Dorian also sitting in the driveway. I put a trail of treats on the stairs into the house, and he followed his stomach back into the safety of the dwelling.
After examining the two cats that had reappeared, I went back out to look for Evee. Unfortunately, this time there was no cat waiting outside for me to discover. With treats at the ready, I started shaking the container and calling his name. I circled the house a couple times and looked under the porches and in the bushes. There was no Evee to be found. I went back inside to await Catie’s arrival.
As I waited, I decided that Sophia needed a bath after her excursion into the wilderness. Normally when the cats are given baths, we have at least two, if not three, people involved in the bathing process. However, I figured Sophia would be well-behaved enough that I could handle her on my own. She’s relatively small and is pretty easy to render immobile. I would chalk it up as a success as I only walked away with three scratches on my arm.
Come back tomorrow for the rest of the story…
