posted by Evi on Nov 13
“Smooch, Smoochie Cat, where are you? Here kitty, kitty.” No reply.
I was getting panicky. What if he got outside and met up with a gator? No competition there. My Smooch would be gone for good. I was all set to go out and look for him when I heard a faint mew.
“Bill, I just heard him. He’s in the house someplace.” I turned toward where I thought the mew came from. In front of me was a bookcase placed catty-cornered (no pun intended) against the wall. I peered behind it and there he was looking helplessly up at me with his big green eyes.
“You dopey cat!” Bill said, moving the bookcase and setting him free.
Apparently he had jumped up on it and slid right off the other side. But did he learn his lesson? Hell, no! Not too long after that, he did it again. But this time we knew where to look.
Another time someone came to our door and we let him in. Smooch was hanging around, checking the visitor out. About an hour or more after the person left we, once again, asked each other, “have you seen the cat?”
Well, we searched the entire house, every place we could think of – no cat.
“Oh my God, what if he got out when that guy was here?” I said. I grabbed a pair of shoes and set out to scour the neighborhood. I got to the end of the driveway and happened to turn around to look back at the house. And there he was, squashed between the door and the screen door. He had to have been there, standing in place unable to move, for well over an hour.
Another time, after one of our searches, I found him shut in the dryer. I have no idea how he got in there and – no – it wasn’t running.
One evening we sat down to dinner and I heard the kitchen cabinet door banging. I didn’t think we had ghosts in the house and opened the door. Out he strolled, nonchalant as ever.
Below is a picture of one of his more recent hiding places. The towels on the floor gave him away.
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