It’s a special kind of panic, that feeling when you can’t find your cat despite them being in an enclosed room. You check all the usual hiding places and they are in none of them, and you begin to wonder if they suddenly sprouted opposable thumbs and let themselves out the front door.
I had that panic a couple of days ago. We’d shut Lola out in the hallway/kitchen area to eat her food in peace. Normally we’d shut Sampson out and Lola in the living room with us, because she eats better when she has company, but as Sampson was sleeping up in the cat tree this way made more sense.
Anyway. For a while we could hear Lola yelling on the other side of the door – “I can’t eat. There’s nobody to sit next to me and make sure I remember how!” I was making a card at the time but being almost finished was getting ready to go through to her when I realised she’d gone awfully quiet…
With the card finished I went out to remind Lola how to eat, and she was nowhere in sight. I walked up the hallway and checked the shoe rack. Not there. I went around to the kitchen and checked the cubby hole beside the dishwasher. Not there. I checked under the table and on the kitchen chairs. Nope.
I went back to the living room and asked husband if Lola had come in without me noticing. She hadn’t. Okay… Where could she be?
I remembered she’s once or twice got up on the hat shelf. It’s a bit cluttered up there at the moment so I didn’t expect her to be there, but it was the last place I could think of. But no, she wasn’t there either.
At this point I was starting to get really worried. Was there a hole somewhere? Had she spontaneously combusted? Okay, I didn’t really think that had happened but I was really out of ideas.
And then… I found her. I’m not even sure why I went there, but as I knelt down in front of the cupboard by the front door I spotted a white ball of fluff in the glove basket. Yeah, it was Lola. She blinked up at me sleepily as if asking why I was disturbing her. I of course immediately went and grabbed the camera.
As far as I am aware she has never slept there before. I’m not sure she ever will again either – the hat shelf didn’t last long as a sleeping place. But after I’d found her she stayed there for a good couple of hours, curled up amongst the gloves and the mittens, lovely and warm.