Chickafinty ~ A Life in the Laundry

Who's a clever kitty

It took him the best part of a week, but he finally hunted it down.  And wasn't he pleased with himself!

There...and back again

This morning Ian got the kids ready for church and they were dressed in their best.  Ladybaby in particular has three new dresses the like of which I have never seen before - made by my aunty who is a dressmaker.  Mister Bear and I were doing the last minute things like hair and teeth cleaning and the kids were supposed to be in the family room watching the end of Toy Story.

They weren't.

They had taken themselves outside IN THEIR BEST CLOTHES (including brand new white shoes in the case of the Ladybaby)to play.

AND they left the back door open.

AND the cat ran away.

We had to get to church and then to a lunch date with Ian's brother and sister-in-law so we had to leave and just hope for the best.

We got home this afternoon around half-four and there was no cat to be seen.  Mister Bear went out (in the rain) to look in the street for the cat and I rang Dad to wish him a happy father's day...it's Fathers' Day here in Australia today...and to tell them about the cat.

Halfway through the conversation I heard a very familiar tinkling sound as Boris arrived at the front door.

He'd been over the neighbour's yard all day playing with their cat.  Steve (our neighbour) spotted Boris in their yard and knowing that he's an inside cat sent him over with their son straightaway.

Am feeling rather relieved at this point.  It's been a day of ups and downs.

Actually, make that a few weeks of ups and downs.  Much as I hate to admit it, I am not very stable at the moment and at the point where decisions are very difficult to make.  Not complicated decisions like should we think about renovating the house, but simple decisions like should I get out of bed.

For reasons that are way too complicated to go into right now I am determined that I will not miss one day of school due to my illness from now on.  I will not.  I will not give in to it and I will pretend that everything is fine even if it kills me.  In the words of Mr Darcy, "I will conquer this".  Tim Tam on offer to anyone who can place the exact quotation i.e. show, scene, setting.

On the job front, we had given up hope on the nibble that we got about 10 days ago, but no, the job agency is still in salary negotiation with the new company and have not even nominated candidates yet, so there is still hope.

Umm??

It has never occurred to me to sit there, but then, I am not a cat.

The Cat From France

liked to sing and dance, but MY cat likes to

Prissy Cat

What is with the cat that he won't use his litter box if it's even a little bit dirty?  Changing kitty ltter 3 times a day I am...and the whole contents twice a week.

Talk about prissy.

Why I can't do craft

Sorry it is so blurry, but you get the idea...

And, yes Cheryl, that's a sponge dauber from Stampin Up in the bottom left corner with purple pastel from the kit on it :)

What were you doing at 1am?

Hopefully you were sleeping.

I wasn't.

I was hunting for the cat.

It happened like this:

Ladybaby was running a fever last night and needed Panadol and a cool bath to get her temperature down.  It came down quite nicely but she had a restless night.  I was up and down to her until just before 1am when I put her in bed.  I left Boris curled up on her bed.  About 10 minutes passed and then I heard Boris doing the bolt with Giana chasing him.  Got her back in bed and then went looking for the kitty to check that he was ok.

Couldn't find him anywhere.

Not in the loungeroom, the master bedroom, Mike's room, Giana's room, bathroom, study, laundry, kitchen, craft room or toilet.  No sign of the cat anywhere.  It was as though he'd vanished off the face of the earth.  I looked everywhere I could think of, checked flyscreens for holes where he could have escaped, switched lights on like a maniac and finally woke Ian up to join the search.  He was Not Happy Jan!  Can't really blame him but I was in a state by this stage.

Ian looked everywhere but no cat.  Occasionally we heard his little collar bell ting and it always seemed to come from "somewhere" in the loungeroom but there was not a single nook or cranny unsearched.  I started to wonder if he'd somehow got inside the walls - yeah, I know, but I don't tend to think too logically at 1.30am and in a panic.

In the end we simply had to give up as there was nowhere else to look.  Ian went back to bed; I set up camp in the loungreoom...couldn't sleep I was so worried about the cat.  Must have dropped off 'cos I woke with a start at about 4am...still no sign of the cat except that his dinner had been finished and the litter tray used.  Tried to go back to bed but then started worrying again.

Returned to the makeshift bed on the loungeroom floor when I heard it...the unmistakeable tinkle of Boris' bell.  Then he casually sauntered out from behind the entertainment unit, curled up next to me and purred away like a steam engine.

What the?

We checked and checked and rechecked behind the entertainment unit and there was definitely no cat there.

That was when we discovered that there is about a 2 and a half inch gap at the bottom of the unit at the back.  Just big enough to hide a kitty cat.

Problem solved, but gosh, I'm tired!

It is with great pleasure that I introduce.....

Boris!  Acquired from the RSPCA today, he's a 4 month old tabby who's extremely curious.  He's going to sleep in the laundry for the time being.  We all think he's lovely, especially Ladybaby.