As much as I worry about my four legged charges, I can’t imagine how people with children don’t have a full on meltdown.
Target’s (see icon) favorite game of all time has always been the “prove to me you love me†game, in which he would place himself somewhere in the house where he could see me, yet I couldn’t see him. He’ll wait until I am good and spun up before announcing his presence. Also, if he’s feeling punky, he’ll skip a meal. Not good and NOT normal - if I can at least *find* him, I am willing to wait until the next chow time to see if he’s interested before I panic. If I can’t find him at all, well, I’ll admit, I start worrying.
Little over a year ago, dumbass ate dishwasher detergent (foil packet sample that he mistook for a Pounce package - I can see how he made the mistake) - had an upset stomach for a couple days, and several days of meds before the packet was found w/mulitple kitty tooth punctures in it… I left a voice mail for my vet, who called me back on a Saturday night and agreed, yeah, that would probably put him off his feed… So, I’m a touch paranoid when he doesn’t eat - either he’s actually sick or ate something he shouldn’t.
Couple months ago we went through a breakfast disappearance. I searched high and low and literally 30 seconds before I had to leave the house to get to work, he appeared in the kitchen out of nowhere, looking for food. Never figured out where he was.
Breakfast skippage again this morning… Couldn’t find him before I left. Left anyway, feeling incredibly guilty, but consoled myself with the fact that at least I’d be back early afternoon. Came home, he’s not waiting in the kitchen. Cue multiple swear words here. I search again. AND FIND HIS HIDEY HOLE! One of the guest rooms has a little wooden table w/a tablecloth that hits the floor. Yup, perfect for a kitty. He’s not so interested in leaving, so I leave him be for a while and not too long after that he’s down for food, and then back to the hidey hole. Not good. I hate it when he does this to me. Then a couple hours ago he shows up in the office, ready for lap time. The rest of the evening he’s been his usual self - he’s actually lounging right behind me right now.
Dammit, why does he like to drive me up a wall like that?
